Cookies and Mocos

I hand H a cookie.
H: Are these healthy ones?
Me: No, these are not healthy at all.
H: Then why are you giving it to me?
Me: Because they're yummy.
H: Oh.

B: Lick it, don't eat it.

H: So, how's your day?
B: It's good. Like RAWRRRR!

B: Momma, do you like my chin.
Me: Um, yes, I love your chin.
B: Oh, good!

B: Let's eat our tasty mocos!
Me: No. No. Let's not. That would hurt our tummies.
B: No. My tummy is fine.

Even when I'm spicy

H (in the car): The stars are following us, Papa!

H: Mom, I love you. And my sleep.

Me: Please don't put that in your mouth. It has germs.
B: I like germs.

B: Me be nice?
J: Yes. Please be nice to these people. We love them.
B: No.

H: She needs to eat something. She isn't being very nice.

B: No push me! I the Lio!

H: Papa, I want you to hold me.
J: You know, mija, I would love to hold you.
H: And I would SO love you to hold me!

J: I love you.
H: Even when I'm spicy.

H (in reference to her poop): What's that amazing smell?

B: Momma, I lost my strawberries.
Me: You lost them? Did you eat them?
B: Yeah...

H: Mom, you can be the goth fairy.
Me: Do you mean the god fairy?
H: No...