Out of the mouths of those wee chubby-cheeked creatures known as children:
“I’m ready for my appletizer now.”
“My tummy hurts. It hurts because there’s a baby inside.”
“I need some money… I know – I can sell rubber bands!”
“Mama. You can’t just give me ONE. You have to give me ALL. To make sense.”
“Do I live in the sky?”
“Grownups need wine. And kids need fruit. That’s how it is. I KNOW.”
