telling it like it is

While we were cleaning up toys in the playroom, Linus announced, “I have a new rule: We won’t pick-up any more!”
Mama: “Eww. Then our house would get really messy.”
Linus: “No it wouldn’t. We wouldn’t mess it up anymore, either.”

After Gwendolyn goes to her room to finish a crying fit which began with a broken toy teacup, I ask Linus, “Are you going to behave like this when you’re six and a half?”
Linus: “No. I’m always going to give you kisses, and I’m never going to dye my hair.”

Linus, describing a book he wants to read, “And the front [cover] is crazy – it doesn’t have too many people, just one, and he is being nice to a tree.”