3-year-old daughter:  OW!  OW!  OW!  What is WRONG with my BUTT?

(um.  Nothing.  Those are your legs, dear girl.)

Three-year-old daughter:  STEELERS!
Six-year-old son:  CHIEFS!
Three-year-old daughter:  STEELERS!
Six-year-old son:  CHIEFS!

Three-year-old daughter:  STEELERS!
Six-year-old son:  CHIEFS!

(For TWO HOURS.  eesh.)

Mama (to three-year-old daughter):  Get off your brother's back! He's not a horse!
Six-year-old son:  She's okay, I don't mind.
Three-year-old daughter:  That's right, he isn't a horse!  He's a giraffe!  And I promise not to pee on him!
Six-year-old son:  Okay no seriously, get off of me.

(We recently had to replace our television.  The delivery people brought it in, but wouldn't put it on the wall mount.  Please note, I'm just under five feet tall and can't mount it without assistance.)

three-year-old girl, looking at the new television:  That TV sure is big enough!  (looks at me) And if YOU were big enough, we could watch it!

(I don't remember her brother being this sarcastic when he was three...)

3-year-old girl (holding a stuffed animal):  It's a turtle!  Wearing a SANTA HAT!  How does THAT make sense?!

3-year-old girl (after finding a pair of denim shorts):  Mama, put your pants back on!
Mama:  Sweetheart, I'm already wearing them...see?  And besides, these are Daddy's.
(after a moment of pondering)
3-year-old girl:  YOU MEAN DADDY'S AT WORK WITHOUT HIS PANTS?

3-year-old girl (after tasting cottage cheese):  I think something awful happened to your milk.