"Daddy and me made these potatoes. We shook salt on them and squeezed the lemon drink in the lemon squeezer."
I don't talk on the phone much. I said to Dorothy, "Let's call your Aunt Mary Beth", and Dorothy asked, "Is it her birthday?"
Just before leaving on our Thanksgiving travels, I asked Dorothy if she wanted to come back to the table to take another bite of her breakfast or have another sip of her milk. She did, and announced, "I'm so glad we're doing again the things we already did."
Sitting on Mom's lap while Sarah used the computer, watching the screen: "Hey, why does that go 'Arrow, hand, arrow, hand'?"
Dorothy walked into the kitchen with all of her days-of-the-week underwear from her dresser drawer overflowing her arms. She asked, "Which one of these says 'Friday'?" [It was Sunday.]
Dorothy's bed is three-quarters full of baby dolls and stuffed animals. One morning she told me, "I moved my big pile of babies. My big pile of babies was bumping me."