God doesn't have a kitchen.  Just because.

*Cough*

I have to clean my voice.

Gas

(I found a quote from May 2005)
I have bubbles in my bottom.

Daddy: "This table needs to be cleared off."

Poppy: "And I'm going to watch you do that."

I just heard about that in my ear.

Typical dad

Poppy: "Ow, my back." Who am I?
Dad: Me?
Poppy: You!

(during role-play Poppy's stuffed lambie is found lying on the ground)

*Gasp* "She's dead! We have to take her to the office and fix her blood."

Hate

This morning we were having a discussion about the word hate. I said that I didn't like that word and then Poppy said...

"God lets us say it."

Are you going to have another baby?
It looks like you are...it kinda looks like you are.

New Shoes

(While looking in Nana's trunk early this summer Poppy said the following.)

What a mess. Damn it! Something's really wrong.

Daddy's Room

I love my new purse. It makes me wild and certified.

I'm too sad to be a kid today.

Sophie

My Seatmate

I'm very complicated. Do you know what that means?

Crabby. It means crabby.

My phone just ranged. It's my husband.

Hello? Hi, it's Poppy. Yes, husband?

Bedtime Ritual

Snuggle in tight...as we always say.

Hello?