To Tolliver, feeling blue and promised a pick-me-up by way of McDonalds: Are you going to order a Sad Meal today?
When asked to help fold towels, a real what-on-earth response: Only Mamas do laundry.
Carrying around a measuring tape: Our house is ten legs!
Do you mean feet? No, it’s ten legs long, watch!
At the indoor pool, me in a (not new) red bathing suit: Mama I like your new red floaties.