Verbatim

"Hey Joan, do you want to try one of these candy popsicles?"
"Oooo, yeah... [chew, chew] Yummm... [chew, chew] Wait, but these taste like berries! Eww!"
"Ok, just go throw it in the trash can. Here's a small blue one with icy stuff inside. You might like it better."
"Ok.... Ugh, no - it's the same!"
(I guess this 3 year old can't be tricked into eating frozen grapes or blueberries)

"Oh, Joan. Who made you so beautiful?"
"I just did it by myself. I learned it, you know."

"Aw, man. I got egg on my face."

Pointing to her k-nine tooth,
"I have knives in my teeth."

"Joan, are you ever going to leave me?"
"Yes."
"You are? When?
"Tuesday."

"And Joan, do you remember Isabel? She's going to be there."
"Oh yeah... but what's her face look like."

Running into the kitchen,
"Momma!!! You love God!! You remember that?"

"Momma, how long is it to Tootsie's?"
"It's pretty far, but we're not going there. We're going to Stephanie's."
"Oh. Haha. I just made a mistake."

"Momma, I like these watermelons in the granola bar."
"No, Joan. That's a marshmallow."

"We don't have a lot of money, Joan."

"Why?"

"Because Mom doesn't have a job."

"But I have a job!"

"You do? What is it?"

"To play and take care of Charlotte."