I took Molly to the Dr. the other day, and as we were walking toward the door of the hospital this conversation transpired:
Molly: Daddy, is it going to rain soon?
Molly: Will my clothes get all wet?
Molly: You can bet yer sweet bippy that if my clothes get all wet, you’re getting a spank!
Another, same trip:
Molly: Daddy, why is the windshield cracked?
Me: I don’t know, it was like that when Grandpa gave it to me
Me: He got a new windsheild, but it cracked right away.
Molly: Well, everything else he has is old, so maybe he made this old too.