G: I want Papa to rub his nuts off.
G: I want Papa to rind his nots my shoes.
Me: I don’t understand.
G: I don’t like knots in my strings.
Me: OH! You don’t like that Papa tied knots at the end of all your shoe strings? Well, we don’t like that you unstring the laces from all the shoes in this house, so until you learn to stop, Papa will keep knots in all the shoe strings.
“I want to stay small like here with you forever.”
“I want peanut butter samwich just with jelly.”
“I’m a happy sunshine.”