After lathering up her hands with a lot of white, bubbly shampoo:
MOMMY, LOOK! I HAVE GLOVES JUST LIKE SANTA CLAUS!
Talking about climbing the bookcases, which she knows is dangerous:
MOMMY, IF I CLIMBED THAT, I'D FALL DOWN AND HURT MY EYE, AND I CAN'T GET A NEW ONE SO I'D JUST HAVE TO LIVE WITH IT.
She's been mumbling a lot lately and she makes me giggle with her response to my query of "What did you say, Sammy?"
I WAS JUST TALKING WITH MYSELF, MOMMY.