On a hard day’s work: “Maleficent pricked all those fingers and now she’s tired.”

On me pulling her out of a cage of pillows so that we can go to the superrmarket: “I don’t like being un-trapped.”

On Daddy casting his ballot: “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

On the Mythbusters: “They sure live close to France-in-cisco.”

On my parenting: “Dad was making my dreams be dead.”

On why she’s sticking her tongue out like that: “What does my spit look like?”

On whether she’ll play golf: “When I’m Queen I might.”

On the evidence that the dog has been in my car: “Your fur is pretty well furry.”

On Rhoda and uncle John: “They’re old silly!”

On things I’m actually willing to go along with for the moment: “Can I have a paper towel? Don’t look over there.”