Farmer Maggot (and booty)

Frodo Baggins

Margaret: I’m Frodo Baggins, Mama! Don’t move the cart, Daddy! Let’s find more trick or treaters!

M: At Halloween-time, calls every skeleton she sees an “alien.”

T: If you want to drink your cocoa, you have to take your coat off.
M: I can’t! Gwennie locked me up in it!

M: I won’t be cold if I’m naked. I won’t be cold . . . if I’m wearing slippers!

M: I show Simon this little lego lollipop.
T: But we never put toys in a baby’s mouth. . . .
M: It a choking hazard!

Smaug

Casper: Mishears “powder keg” as “power cake,” and wants some.

 

Eowyn

Nazgul

doy

Margaret: Mama, you’re a good mama, and Daddy’s a good daddy.  But sometimes I call you a bad mama, but sometimes I call you a good mama.
Jennifer: It makes me sad when you call me a bad mama.
M: [thinking for a moment] Well, it makes me sad when you tell me to go to my room to go to sleep.

M: Why are you crying, Mama?
J: My eyes are just watering . . . I mean, because my children don’t let me sleep enough. What can you do to help, Greta?
M: I keep coming in rooms!

M, playing with her hammer, sings “Workin’ in the Coal Mine” while hitting rhythmically.

M starts saying words like “door” as “doy.”

M: Are Grandma and  Grandpa Sam coming to our house tomorrow?
J: No, sweetie – I’m sorry.
M: But they’re coming soon!

boy's best friend

Margaret: Simon’s pacifier bink is so, so beautiful!

Simon: [a little fussy post-nap]
Jennifer: Simon, why do you have a sad face?
Margaret: He has a sad face because Daddy’s not here.

a girl and her beast

band aid

dislocation

Casper: Sister Mouse is the bad one.
Todd: No, she’s not – neither mouse is bad.
C: Then why doesn’t she warn her brother about the corn field?
T: She does! She tries to talk him out of going there.
C: They why does she nearly dislocate his arm?

[This is in reference to my story about the two little mice who live in the meadow, whose mother warns them not to go into the cornfield because of the monsters -- snakes, cats, and birds of prey -- who live there.  It's currently a favorite of Margaret's.]

little cats

Margaret: [after completing our park Mystery] I will share my treasure with my Mama! I want to make my Mama happy.

M: Look! Little cats, eating the grass! [while pinching my arm hair with finger and thumb, as in Millions of Cats]

M: I found this one of the chair! Daddy left his chappie when he went to work.

M: Can we play in the desert, where there are no mosquitoes or fire ants?
J: You want to play in the desert?
M: I want to play in the sandbox!