6-year-old son:  Why does Texas look like a horse's back leg?

(If you're visiting this blog from Texas, I apologize.)

(I had made cinnamon donuts for breakfast this particular morning...)
6-year-old son:  I'm like a zombie, but for cinnamon donuts.

3-year-old daughter:  Can I have an orange?
Mama:  No, you didn't eat the last one you asked for.
3-year-old daughter:  But it was the shape of a basketball!  Or something. Maybe it was just the color of a basketball.  (pause) Can I have a banana?

Six-year-old son:  (walking into the kitchen) Whatcha doin, Mama?
Mama:  Nothing, nothing to see here.  Move along...
Six-year-old son:  You know what nothing smells like? Chocolate chip cookies.
(Son: 1  Mama: 0)

three-year-old girl:  I am going to fix Hello Kitty's guitar.  With THIS HAMMER.  Watch!