Mommy: What do you want to be when you grow up?
Clara: I want to be a GRINCH when I grow up!!!
Mommy: What number is that? (pointing to a 15 on a box)
Mommy: You’re close…
Clara (eating pickles): Mommy, did that pickle go in my belly… or in my back?
Clara (skinned her knee and needed a band-aid): Momma, will you be the doctor and I’ll be the cryer?
(Pumba passes gas in the Lion King and daddy laughs)
Clara: Why are you laughing? What was that?
Daddy: It was a toot.
Clara: You or me?