Four-year-old daughter wanted to lead the prayer before dinner tonight...

Four-year-old daughter:  Thank you, Lord, for the yummy sausages we have, and...what's this stuff over here?

four-year-old daughter (to her eight-year-old brother): You're being like a cat today!
Mom:  How is your brother being like a cat?
four-year-old daughter:  Because he keeps wandering from the living room to the dining room back to the living room to the kitchen to the living room...
(Fortunately, we all had a good laugh over that.)

four-year-old daughter:  MOM!  Could you PLEASE stop with the lawn mower?
Mama:  Sorry, honey, I can't.  I've got to get this done.
four-year-old daughter:  You have to go on, or your career will be ruined?

Eight-year-old son (watching the rabbits in our yard):  How do you tell the boy bunnies and the girl bunnies apart?
Mom:  From here, we can't.  You'd have to get really close to tell.
Eight-year-old son:  So if we got close, how would we tell?
Mom:...uh...pick them up and check them for parts, I guess.
Eight-year-old son:  What parts?
Mom:  Honey, you're smart enough to know the difference between boys and girls.  What parts do you think?
Eight-year-old son:...Oh, like long hair!

(yes.  Exactly like long hair.)

four-year-old daughter:  Your tummy has a healthy appetite.