I got Mollie to try some egg nog ...
Amalia: (after sipping it a couple times) It makes my tummy feel all egg noggy.
Me: What did you say?
Amalia: Crapsies. What does "crapsies" mean?
Me: (at a bit of a loss for words) Um, it means, "Oh shoot."
Amalia: Oh, okay. Crapsies.
Amalia: My pet rattlesnake died when it was a baby.
Baylor: It died when it was a baby?
Amalia: No, it died when it was 31.
Baylor: Oh! Like John F. Kennedy! (looking at me) You know? The president!
(Someone at the dinner table toots ...)
Me: Mollie, did you toot?
Amalia: (smiling) Yes.
Me: Mollie, do you have to go potty?
Amalia: Mommy, princesses don't go potty.