Camden: "Mom, I'm really, really sorry for when I cut things that weren't paper."
Me: "Okay, just don't do it again."
Camden: "I will do it again, but I'll be really, really sorry about it."
(that's called premeditation sweetheart!)
About Reagan: "Mom, her mouth is getting covered up by the food in her cheeks!"
Also about "little" Reagan: "Mom, I think Reagan has a baby in her tummy too!" (I hope when you say "too" you mean that you still think you have a baby in your tummy and your not referring to me!)
"Mom, we can't flush my poop down the hole in the toilet because next time I'm going to poop that one's mom and I don't want them to be sad because they're not in there together."