"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! ...That was a noise."
"That fart was mine! It came from my butt!" (Note: it did not.)
G: Sing "I've Got a Dream," Mama! (for the thousandth time)
M: How about instead you tell me what your dream is, sweetie?
G: I dream that you would sing that song. Okay?
M: How about instead you tell me what your dream is, sweetie?
G: I dream that you would sing that song. Okay?
(Tearfully) "No, Io, this is not your bed. No, no, no! ...Hey, come back and cuddle me!"
G: I'm doing a zax-a-frax. Bends over and puts her head on the ground.
M: Do you mean a somersault?
G: No, a zax-a-frax. When you do a zax-a-frax you put your leg up in the air too.
"Let's listen to The Who. Bwam, bwam bwam (imagine a child imitating an electric guitar). I'm rockin' out!"
G: I need to see Joan.
M: Oh, that's sweet, Geneva! I'm sure she misses you too.
G: I need to show her where I pooped behind the tree.
"I want to read the book about the beaver. The big beaver. The big beaver with the poky whiskers on its chin. The big beaver with the poky beard. The big weird beaver. The-- manatee."
Haha, poop.
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