“I’m a chicken-BIRD (-WRAAAAACK)!” Imitating our hen, Marilyn. Much bemused over by our neighborhood.
“No, Owen, NOOO! Get outta’ my Kool-aid.” That one is my fault. I’ve asked her before if he’s “up in her Kool-aid”.
“Mama, I gotta go feed the fishes from my body!” I told her we have to flush the poop to feed the fishes…this one’s my fault too.
“I’m saying “I love you” when I dance ballet.” I told her that made my heart happy, she said, “You make my heart happy.”