(As I hang up the phone)
Little O: Was that a boy or a girl?
Me: A girl.
Little O: (fist pump) Yesssssssss!
Me: You like girls better?
Little O: Um, yeah. Duh.
A love note from Curly...
Little O: I had a bad dream and it was called Scooby Doo And Shaggy And That Other Guy Who Does Stuff With Them Turned Into A Robot.
Allen: We need to just throw away your Scooby Doo movie so you'll stop having bad dreams.
Little O: You can't just throw away bad dreams, Dad.
This is something Hubba brought home. The last 2 answers are my favorites.
Hubba: Is there such a thing as sound-proof underwear? 'Cuz I think they could come in handy.
Little O: You need to throw these books away! The pictures disappeared!
Me: Not all books have pictures, believe it or not.
Little O: Just letters and letters and letters on pages? That's so boring! What can you look at?
Me: The words. And you read them and they create pictures in your mind.
Little O: I don't even know words yet! Why do you always have to be so distracting?