Here are a few choice quotes just from the past two weeks of our vacation alone, this time all from my 5-year-old son D- and 2-year-old daughter M-:
M- (slapping my legs while she sat on the toilet): I'm cwapping your pants!*
D- (after winking at our now-fawning waitress, while smiling coyly): What's your name?
M- (asked of Grandma absolutely out of the blue, then restated by D- after she understandably questioned what M- had asked): Why does Santa have helpers?
M- (a moment of clarity during a minor tantrum in a restaurant): I'm fwustwaited!!
M- (on another occasion, reaching up and pushing on my chin while I was telling her how naughty she was acting): I am cwosing your mouth, to stop your talking to me!**
And to close this very M--heavy quote list, a bonus from before we left for vacation:
M- (generously offering some of her "Mystery" flavored lollipop): You want a wick of my Mystery?
* The next day she said she was, "Cwapping on [my] head," which honestly isn't as far-fetched as it should be, given some of the barely contained bodily-function mishaps we've come to know so well.
** Rest assured, she earned herself a good yellin'-to for this typically self-narrated mutinous behavior.