Teacher: "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
Boy, 5: "A fireman."
Teacher: "Why?"
Boy, 5: "Because I already have the costume."

Teacher: "So, who was Martin Luther King?"
Girl, 4: "He was the person who said that people with different skin don't have to do different jobs."
Boy, 4: "He was like the president but he wasn't a president."

Girl, 4 (dancing to music, yelling at another girl, also 4): "Hey, Anna, take off your headband so you can rock and roll."

Girl, 4 (mumbling from her nap-time mat)
Me (walking past): "What? Did you say something?"
Girl, 4: "No -- just blah blah blah."

Me: "Okay, so write down what happened first in the story, then second, and then what happened at the end. Then, I want you to write down your favorite part."
Boy, 8: "Okay, sure."
Me: "What was your favorite part?"
Boy, 8: "I liked it when he pooped."
Me: "No one pooped in the story."
Boy, 8: "I know."

Boy, 4 (playing with Legos, talking to another boy also playing Legos): "Hey, does your guy want to come over and have a play-date?"

Thanks, Tracy, for this one!

Boy, 4 (pretending to talk on the phone): "Are you better or still sick?"
Girl, 4: "Still sick."
Boy, 4: "When will you be better?"
Girl, 4: "In two minutes."
Boy, 4: "Oh -- in two minutes?"
Girl, 4: "Yes, 'cause the doctor will be here in one minute."