Clouds

Me: "Kaley, what do you think clouds are made out of?"

Kaley: "I think they're made out of squishiness."

Negotiations

Kaley: "Mommy, I want to go to Chili's."

Me: "That's not a nice way to ask for something."

Kaley: "How about this? If you don't take me to Chili's, then I'm going to go home, write your name on my doodle pad, and then put an X through it."

(pause)

Kaley: "I'm sorry, Mommy. Can we please go to Chili's?"

Make Believe

Kaley: "Mommy, I'm a doggy. Wanna know my name? You can spell it like this: M-A-O-R-L-S-T-E-R-F-L."

Me: "Oh, really? What does that spell?"

Kaley: "Spot."