(As I was cleaning up the very nice breakfast Franz and I made her BEFORE we even had gotten our showers that day)

M: Hey Mom, you're dirty.

(To Aunt Connie at the hotel in Cincinnati)

M: Did you bring your swimming suit?

C: No, I didn't.

-Pause-

M: When you go to a hotel, it would probably be better to bring your swimming suit.

(To Lana, regarding a chicken pox scar)

M: I like the cracks on your face.

M: Mommy, our potty's different, isn't it? Yours is lewwoh (yellow) and mine is not.

(To me, in a very public restroom at the airport on our way home from Thanksgiving and the wedding - LOUDLY)

M: Mommy, I like your pink underwear with flowers on them. Did you potty in them?

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(While contemplating an upcoming visit with Santa, several conversations and comments were sparked throughout the day)

M: Does Santa have a beard?

E: Yes.

-Pause-

M: But we don't need to cry about that.

M: Mommy, what language does Santa speak?

E: What are you going to ask Santa for, for Christmas?

M: Well, I want a purple cat that's this big (hands spread 6-7 inches apart) and has a house with one handle that I carry in this hand (left hand raised).

E: Wow. That's pretty specific. What if Santa can't find that exactly? Then what would you like for Christmas?

-Pause-

M: Well, Santa can get me anything I want!