(My daughter's class has been talking about fairy tales.  The teacher asked them if they would kiss a frog to turn him into a prince.)

five-year-old daughter:  No.  I do NOT need a prince.

five-year-old daughter (playing Smash Brothers, as Squirtle): I don't know who this pointy turtle I'm fighting is...
eight-year-old son:  That's Bowser.
five-year-old daughter:  Well, I'm gonna show Bowser who's boss!  But, um, it isn't me, because I'm just a *cute little turtle*!

five-year-old daughter (while loading her Nerf gun):  BROTHER!  It's terrible to keep a lady waiting for a fight!