On the way to the grocery store:
Caroline: Where are we going, Mama?
Mama: To Publix.
Caroline: I don't wanna go to Puglix.
Mama: We'll only be there a few minutes.
Caroline: I wanna walk. I'm not gonna ride in the basket.
Mama: Caroline, honey, I'm afraid you're gonna have to ride in the basket.
Caroline: Don't be afraid, Mama. Are you afraid of the basket?
In my bedroom while putting on make-up:
Caroline: Mama, your face is dripping.
