Maddie: Mommy! wanna see? Come yook!
Me: what is it? are you in your room?
Maddie: no da bafroom... it's mah poop!
Me: Umm... I don't want to see your poop, but thanks. Do you need any help?
Maddie: mommy, my poop is brown, come yook
Me: (walking into the bathroom to find her head almost in the toilet) yuck Maddie, get your head out of the toilet please. That is gross.
Maddie: I yooking at my poop... mommy, is your poop brown?
Me: Yes, my poop is brown too.
Maddie: Tara's poop yellow.
Me: yep you're right.
Maddie: is Jesus' poop brown or yellow?
Maddie: (pretending her hand is a plane) Yook, me flying
Me: Did you know daddy will fly on a plane when he goes to his interveiw in Ohio?
Maddie: Yea and me too!
Me: Well, we wont fly with him, but maybe we will fly on a plane when we move.
Maddie: Moving far far away, like kew? (our neighbor Krew just moved)
Me: yeah, like Krew. Daddy is looking for a new school to go to just like Krew's daddy
Maddie: (a pause and a very concerned look) mommy, can we take Tara with us when we move far far away?
Maddie: Can Dulie come to church with me? (Julie is our neighbor. Her family goes to the family ward; we go to the student ward.)
Me: Julie goes to church with her family
Maddie: Why not I see her?
Me: She goes to another church
Maddie: different church?
Me: No same church but different building.
Maddie: Why not she come to nursery?
Me: She goes to the nursery at her church building.
Maddie: Oh... they color?
While looking at a picture of President Monson...
Maddie: yook, BISHOP!!!
Me: No, that is president Monson. He is a prophet. Can you say prophet?
Maddie: ( a look of deep thought) What kind of candy does prophet have?