Clara (after eating dry cereal out of a bowl with her face): Mom, that was amazing!
Clara: Mommy, you know what I really love?
Clara (when Macklemore came on the radio): Macklemore! He likes money in his pocket. I have three quarters. He probably wants to share with me.
Clara (randomly out of nowhere, while we’re all driving in the car): I can’t believe my eyes! (about nothing in particular and then falls silent again)
Mommy: What did you do at music class today?
Clara: We did everything with the hoop! We sang to it. We danced around it. We jumped on it. We ran around it. But we didn’t do one thing to it.
Momma: What thing didn’t you do to the hula hoop?
Clara: We didn’t decorate it.
Clara: (looking at a painting of a wine bottle, red wine in a glass, and a baguette at Panera) Look mommy! It’s water and some ketchup and a hot dog!
Clara: (drops a yogurt raisin while in a cart at Target and it rolls out of reach under a display rack) Oh no! Yogurt raisin!
Daddy: That’s ok, you have more. That one’s yucky on the floor under there. (continues rolling cart down the aisle)
Clara: (screaming down the aisle at Target) Come baaaack yogurt raisin!
Clara: (to mommy) I’ll be the mommy and you can be the baby. Here you go sweetie (hands me a wooden strawberry from her play kitchen). Does that feel better? Does that make your tummy better?
Clara: (putting stuffed animal in her shirt) There’s a baby in my belly.
Daddy: Is it a boy or a girl?
Clara: It’s a girl.
Daddy: What’s her name?
Clara: Sally Burger Baby Ben.
Clara: (while petting Burger) Burger, you be nice to me. Because I’m a lady.
Grammy: Where did you get those pretty eyes?
Clara: From my face.
Clara: Haha! I pooped! I tooted!
Mommy: Did you poop or did you toot?
Clara: …(thinking)… both of them?
Mommy: Do you want to play with your dollhouse with me?
Clara: That’s not a bad idea.
Clara: (while staring at a small tree at the mall) It’s a big big tree in a big big world.
Clara: (sitting in my desk chair) I have a little bit of work to do, ok? Because I’m a lady.
Clara: What were you doing in there?
Daddy: I was going potty.
Clara: Did you see your booty?