Miss R: No. Don't do that. (I went to sit next to her on the couch.)
Mama: You don't want me to cuddle you and pet you? (She had been a pet baby horse- sorry, hoe-se).
Miss R: No, I'm kinda stinky cause I been widin my hoe-se.
Miss M (regarding the complex relationship between Flopsy and Whiskers, her two best friend/stuffed animals): Ten months ago (it was actually about three years) we got to Guam and that's when they first married. On a box. They kissed lips by the way.
(To Daddy while on leave) Miss M: Daddy, you look like a yetti crab.
Speaker in church: Even if you grow up in the church...
Miss R: But it's not ever ok to frow up in the turch!
Mama: There are some more dachshunds! I don't know... I kind of like them...
Miss A: Yeah, I do too. I think they're very aerodynamic.
Miss R: Hang on! It's gowin be a bumpy wide! We pwolly won't make it.