"Mommy, I just did a big 'bless you' and now there's sometin' on the floor."
In case you didn't guess, the girls have colds. She had sneezed a big old goober onto the carpet. Fortunately, I was in a mood to laugh and not be annoyed.
***edited to add another***
"No, Mommy, I want my demit one. MY DEMIT ONE, Mommy." (Also known as her denim jacket, but I keep getting confused trying to decipher that word coming out of my daughter's mouth.)