A Few Of My Favorite Things

Momma presents package from mailbox

Momma: Guess what momma bought!
Me: Puppy!
Momma: No, not a puppy.  Guess again!
Me: Puppy!
Momma: No, really not a puppy...
Me: Kitty?
Momma: *facepalm*

It was a swimsuit.

Silly

Momma: Is there anything I could put in her hair that she'd leave in?
Daddy: Spaghetti sauce
Me: Yeah!

Fair Trade Agreement

I tried to trade momma a handful of my dry apple dapple cereal for the rest of whatever she was eating for breakfast, but she declared it not a fair trade.

So I then tried to climb into her lap so I could steal directly from the bowl, but momma informed me she knew what I was up to and it wasn't going to work.

It isn't that I don't like apple dapples.  I just like whatever it was momma was eating more.

Head Trauma

Laundry baskets don't count as a helmet when running through the house like a maniac, bouncing off walls.

I'm made of pure cheese!

Lollies

Momma says you can tell I'm the daughter of a banker by my ability to eat lollies on my own, without help, at my age.