Boy, 4 (picking at his school lunch): "I'm hungry; I need Mcdonald's."
Teacher: What do you like at Mcdonald's?"
Boy, 4 (tilting his head and squinting as if thinking hard): "Cheeseburgers and diet Coke."
Teacher: "What other foods do you like?"
Boy, 4 (after a long, long pause): "Hamburgers."

Girl, 4 (scribbling and sighing): "I just can't draw princesses as good as you."
Me: It's okay -- I've been drawing for a long time -- ever since I was your age. I'm old now."
Girl, 4: "You're not so so so old."
Me: "No, but I'm much older than you."
Girl, 4: "You're not so old that you can't take care of us."

Boy, 4 (flicking a Lego astronaut off the 3rd story of a Lego house he'd built with major teacher assistance): "Oh no, there he goes! He's falling off! BAM! Now, he's like grandpa."

Teacher (to Boy, 4): "Is your house close?"
Boy, 4: "No, it's open."

Me (exasperated): "Why can't you stay in line?"
Girl, 4 (staring up, indignant): "I'm just looking at the world."

Girl, 3.5 (pushing a crayon across the table): "Teacher, can you draw me a triangle?"
Me: "Did you try to do it yourself?"
Girl, 3.5: "I tried to try."

Girl, 4 (to me): "Teacher, teacher -- will you draw me as a mermaid?
Me: "No, not right now, I can't."
Girl, 4 (putting her hands on my shoulder and tilting her head on to it): "Oh, but you are the artist, teacher -- you draw so good."
Me: What are you if I am the artist?
Girl, 4: "I'm the cute one."