MAMA: What’s wrong? Do you have pins and needles in your leg again?
CSILLA: Yeah. My leg feels cloudy. (jan23)
CSILLA: What’s this?
MAMA: That’s the cake knife and server from Mama and Apa's wedding.
CSILLA: Was I there?
MAMA: No, you weren't even in Mama’s tummy yet.
CSILLA: Oh. Did I stay home? (jan31)
MAMA: Are you listening to me?
CSILLA: No. (Sighs.) I guess my ears aren't working today. (feb1)
MAMA: Oh no! Did you bump your head again? That’s the tenth time today!
CSILLA: (Sighs.) Yeah. I guess it's my bonking day. (feb1)
MAMA (to Nana): Csilla is 3 feet 2 inches tall.
CSILLA: No Mama! I have only two feet! See? (Points to her feet.) (feb2)
CSILLA: Can you go get brown bunny for me?
MAMA: No sweetheart. Mama’s not your servant. You can go get brown bunny yourself.
(ten minutes later…)
CSILLA: Um. Mama? Can you be my servant for a minute?
(one week later…)
MAMA: Csilla, would you mind putting this in the garbage for Mama, please?
CSILLA: Okay Mama. Because I'm your servant! (feb9)
MAMA: Csilla, can you please hurry and go pee? Mama has to go too.
CSILLA: That sure was a quick pee all right! (feb8)
MAMA: (notices Csilla stifle a sneeze and look confused when it doesn’t come out) What’s wrong baby?
CSILLA: I guess my sneeze is hiding! (feb8)
MAMA: What was that?
CSILLA: It was just a fart. You can't see a fart. It's camouflaged! (feb9)
MAMA: Wow honey. That’s a really good drawing!
CSILLA: Now that's what I call a banana! (feb8)
MAMA: (angry, after Csilla unravels the entire roll of toilet paper while sitting on the potty) Csilla! What are you doing?!
CSILLA: Did I mean to do that? Or was it just an accident? (feb10)
MAMA: (singing) Baby Got Back! Baby Got Back!
CSILLA: (confused) But I didn't go anywhere. (feb20)