(Mommy is baking biscuits.)
Claire: Oh! What is that smell? It smells like chocolate!
Claire (running around, flapping her arms): Daddy, I'm a fairy.
Claire (driving her new car): Daddy, the fairy's driving the car.
Claire (driving her new car): Mommy, the fairy's driving her car.
Claire: Mommy, if you been, the fairy won't give you something.
Claire: Daddy?
Daddy: Yes, Claire Bear?
Claire: Um, if you be mean, the fairy won't give you something.
(Claire is eating pudding.)
Claire: I made a huge hole and a cliff. See this is the part where you stand, and you faaaaaalllll.
(Daddy is sitting on the couch working a puzzle; Claire walks by, pushing a grocery cart.)
Claire: Daddy? You're off at work and I'm going to the grocery store.
Daddy: Okay.
Claire: I'm going to the grocery store with my baby.
Daddy: Okay.
(Claire is looking at a photo album, and wonders about a picture of Sabrina, who died before Claire was born.)
Claire: How are they gone?
Mommy: They died.
Claire: Will they come back?
Mommy: No, they died.
Claire: When people die, they won't ever come back again?
Mommy: That's right.
Claire: Oh.
(Alex sees a picture of Mommy's grandpa.)
Alex: That's my great-grandpa.
Daddy: That's right.
Alex: How many years did he stay?
(Claire sees a photo of pregnant Mommy, holding her hands on her tummy.)
Claire: There's a baby in Mommy's tummy, look Daddy.
Daddy: Yeah, that’s you.
Claire: Is it under her shirt?
Claire: Then why is her hands there? So it won't fall out?
(Claire has a new baby giraffe stuffed animal.)
Claire: This is my baby giraffe.
Alex: What's her name?
Claire: Um… Claire! No… Fluffy!
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