"Hey, Mom! My Phinneas and Ferb band-aid matches my outfit," cheered Natalie.
"Mom, can I be treated like a queen?," inquired Natalie.
Natalie: "Mom, why are her cheeks so wrinkly?"
Me: "Because she is very old."
Natalie: "Mom, can you talk to God and tell him not to make wrinkly cheeks?"
(Hmmm...I don't think there is a woman alive who hasn't offered up that prayer already.)
|"Look, Mom! I'm Saturn!" exclaimed Natalie|