Having fallen over in the garden: “Sometimes I fall over: I don’t know why…”
Talking of stopping wearing nappies at night: “But when I’m big, I don’t know how, why I’ve got my hands!”
On finding her piggy book behind the radiator: “It was hiding! I don’t know why it was hiding; but it was hiding.”
“But why do you not know why?”
“Why am I little? I don’t want to be little! I want to grow up today!”
“Brown is nasty for babies — they don’t like brown ice-cream.”
“I’m going to run away and you’re going to chase me! Did you know that?”
No, I didn’t.
“Oh — but I just told you!”
Regarding the toothbrush in her pyjama pocket: “Shall I keep it for my life? Maybe not.”
Of a stick she particularly liked: “I’m not going to put it down. I might hog [sic] onto it forever.”