no waiting for my response...
"I think it goes like this: first, Jesus, then Santa, then the New Years Baby, then Heavenly Father. No, Heavenly Father first and then Jesus."
Me: "Cole, my phone just died, could you get my chord?"
June: "It died?" (look of disbelief) "Aah, mom! Why'd you do that to your phone?"
While wiping June on the toilet (too much info?) she looks over in the garbage can at a broken piece of her dolly's stroller, "Mom, did this break?" Me: "Yes, it broke off your stroller. Keep it in the garbage." June: "Oh, poor yittle fellow."