Me: George can you go get my shoes off the dryer.
....he scurries off....comes back...hands them to Carli Grace and says...
G: Here Princess. Give Momma her shoes.
...she gives me my shoes...
Me: Well I feel like Cinderella this morning.
A: Where's your dress?
Me: I don't like dresses.
G: Why not? They're girly.
Me: Am I girly?
A: You are womeny.