Say What?

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Does Angel Hair Pasta come from Noodle Angels? ~ –Max, age 6
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Max, age 5, comments after seeing a dozen or so teenage girls run by us, apparently training for High School track, "Look at all the females!"
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"That '‘craps'’ me up!" ~– Jaina, age 4

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After being repeatedly sniffed by my sister-in-law's dog, Jaina states emphatically, "“NO ROSIE! Quit sniffin' my butt! There'’s nothing good in there!"
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With the neighbor'’s BBQ wafting through the house, Jaina comes in from the back yard asking what smelled like BBQ. After seeing the TV on and showing a cooking program about BBQ, she quickly states, "“Oh, that'’s why I smell barbeque!"
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Zus stated one day, very excited, "When I grow up I'm gonna marry "the neighbor girl". I'm gonna have 27 kids and a dog named Stink."

I asked a bit puzzled with a big grin (27 kids, aye, ya, aye!) , "A dog named Stink? Why would you call him Stink?"

Zus looks at me matter-of-fact, "Cause he would stink out".
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"Mama, I need fuddins"
It took me sometime to realize my 2 year-old wanted his shoes.
Because when I would put them on his feet I would say,
"Put your foot in."
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Max, age 7: After driving through the little coffee place I endearingly call The Cleavage Barrista Hut, Max says rather red-faced:
"Momma, her b00b crack was showing"
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Lolo, age 2½:
Running excitedly through the X-Box isle at Target, "A$$ BOX! A$$ BOX"
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