"My wombat eats limes."
{then later}
"Hey, where my wombat's lime go?!"
Great, how long until I find a rotting lime in our house?
Me: "Carolena, why does your room suddenly smell like a hamster cage?"
{A sentence that I didn't think would mean anything to her as discussion of hamster cages has never come up before.}
Carolena's answer, "Because I'm a baby hamster! {pauses to think} No. I'm a baby guinea pig."
No day is complete without some form of this sentence...
"Let's go to the PUMPKIN PATCH!!!"
"Marmots poop on rocks."
This statement usually sounds disturbingly like, "Mommy poops on rocks."
She is accurate though, marmots do in fact poop on rocks.
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