Brooklyn: (As I measured her back for a surprise that NomiAnn is sewing.) I hope she's not making me a cor-say.
Me: A corsay? You mean a corset?
Brooklyn: Yeah. How come it doesn't rhyme with ballet?
Talia: (Telling me how she switched the laundry.) I put the clothes in the dryer, and then I put a piece of lint in. (Lint/dryer sheet--it's all the same thing.)
Eli: (Telling me about his friend's Halloween costume.) George is going to be a miamaid! (After a lot of questioning, we finally figured out that he meant a mime.)
Annika: (After a successful potty session.) Look, Daddy! Two poo poos.I may never look at my toilet the same way again.
Jason: Actually, there are three. See that one in the trap?
Annika: Her's playing hide and go seek!