Ryann: "Oh, I think you're right mom."
Me: "I usually am."
Ryann: "But you're not always right." thanks for pointing that out kiddo
Me: "You're right. Not all the time. Nobody can be right all the time, nobody is perfect."
Ryann: "Oh, I know someone who is perfect."
Me: "Oh yeah? Who?"
Me: "You need to pick up that spoon and take it to the kitchen. We do not throw silverware on the floor."
Ryann: "That's not silverware. That's plastic."
touche little one, touche.
Ryann: "Ooo, I like your hands!" in reference to the fake nails I had put on
Ryann: "Tell me a story about pigs. And snow. Now."
the very first thing she said to me when I woke her up from a nap
Me: "What are you doing?"
Ryann: "Just laying here. Yooking at the yight. It has three eyes. And wings."
you should probably stop staring at the light...