(after entering Amalia's room to see what she and Baylor were up to ...)
Amalia: Mommy, this room is not made for disco.
Me: (nodding in earnest) Okay.
Amalia: Here is my disco light. (hands me an imaginary disco light) Could you please put that with my toys?
(in the middle of the night in Florida, Amalia got up to pee and tripped on her way there ...)
Amalia: Owwwww!! Mommmyyyyyy! Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. Mommy!
Me: (getting there with drowsy speed) What is it, sweetie?
Amalia: I hurt my toe! I hurt my TOE!
Me: Okay, sweetie, sit down and let's take a look. Which toe is it?
Amalia: The thumb toe.
Me: (smiling) The thumb toe. Okay. Usually we call that "the big toe" or "Sergeant Hulka".
(after Amalia had been screaming and yelling at me through the house - like she was mortally wounded - while I was using the restroom only to find out that she couldn't figure out where a Lego went ...)
Me: Amalia, I am very upset, angry, and frustrated at you screaming for me over this tiny piece. I didn't know if you were dying or hurt very badly. How will I know if you are really hurt if I also know that you'll cry endlessly over not being able to figure out where a Lego steering wheel goes?
Amalia: (shrugs shoulders and looks a little ... disinterested and remarkably calm)
Me: Next time, I want you to ...
Baylor: (interrupting uncharacteristically) Um, I am not a part of all this (gestures at the air between Mollie and me), so I am not going to be a part of this talk, okay?
(as we were watching a video about Yellowstone National Park and the volcano underneath it - it is fascinating, if not a little terrifying, you really should watch it sometime)
Narrator: ... and blasted by the biggest volcanic eruptions ever known on the planet.
Amalia: (light a light bulb went off in her head) Oh, well that explains it.