Claire: I'm looking in the mirror so I can see my pretty princess shirt.
Alex: Claire fell off her stool.
Daddy: Oh! How could that happen?
Claire: I was dancing on it, and I fell off.
Alex (sad): I want a princess shirt.
(Mommy comes downstairs, and Claire likes Mommy's purple sweater.)
Claire: That's pretty!!
Mommy: Thank you!
Claire: Remember I picked out that sweater for you?
(breakfast)
Alex (sadly): I don't want Mommy to go.
Claire: I want she to make money at work! So I want her to go.
Claire: You can show your food -- you can show your mouth, if you don't have any food in your mouth. That's polite. Right, Daddy?
Claire: Daddy?
Daddy: Yeah?
Claire: How do we get out of fall?
Daddy: We just wait, until it's winter.
Claire: Oh. After fall comes winter?
Daddy: Yeah.
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