three-year-old daughter:  Can I have a candy cane?
Mama: Honey, we don't have any, because it's summer.  We'll have some when we're closer to winter.
three-year-old daughter:  (runs to the window in the front room) You mean closer to THIS win-der?

(My in-laws have given my daughter a doll that looks just like her.  Upon seeing it sitting in a chair in the living room...)
Seven-year-old son:  Is it me, or did things suddenly get CREEPY in here?