Clara (touching Daddy’s scruffy chin): Your beard.
Clara: I don’t have my beard. I just have my little chin.
Clara: Mommy’s a good big girl. And I’m a good little girl. And daddy is a good big boy. I don’t want a little boy. I want a little girl.
Mommy: What do you mean? You mean you want a sister? Like Elsa?
Mommy: What will her name be?
Clara: Her name will be Santa Claus and she will bring me toys.
Clara (changing the words to a song while holding a plastic chicken): Baa baa black sheep, have you any chickens?
Clara (on fireflies): I love those silly buggies. They make the light in your hand.
Daddy: Good morning! What did you dream about?
Clara: Gee was being a bad boy and teasing me. (Gee is Clara’s stuffed giraffe that she takes everywhere)
Daddy: Uh oh, do you need me to talk to Gee? That’s not nice.
Clara: No daddy. It was just a dream!