More kidtalk from The Job.
FW: "My daddy had a glass plate once, but it broke."
Me: "How did it break?"
FW: "He was holding it with meat on it and it fell."
CM, mishearing: "He had you on the plate?"
FW: "No! How could he have me on the plate when I'm still alive?!"
[general laughter from listening five-year-olds]
FW: "I'm not even cooked!"
Me, to CL as she's scribbling furiously away on a coloring sheet with a black marker: "Gee, that's a lot of black, there, CL! Now how about some color? ...What color do you like?"
CL: "Ummm... Black!" [continues scribbling away merrily]
Well, she sure showed me.
JH: "I fell down on the playground and cut my mouth and there was a lot of blood."
AV: "Was it good?"