What My Three-Year-Old Says in a Week:
To the pest control guy: "Well, MY dog doesn't have fleas, because we took him to the vet, and he got a 'pository (suppository)!"
To a nice lady in Wal-Mart after a little talk on who's allowed to touch us where: "And SHE (pointing at the lady) isn't allowed to touch my private spots, cause only mommy and daddy....." This is where I quickly exited stage left with my blabbering child.
To the employee stocking soaps on the next aisle: "My mommy NEVER uses soap in HER bath."
To me about a lady in Cracker Barrel's restroom (pointing again :o( "Mommy, there's a MAN in here!"
Yep, my life is a series of mortifications. What I wouldn't give for a trapdoor to fall in sometimes!!!