Imogen: I think I have long term memory loss.
Me: Why?
Imogen: Because I don't remember being a baby.
Imogen: I think I have long term memory loss.
Me: Why?
Imogen: Because I don't remember being a baby.
Imogen: Can we go to the bank today to turn my American money into Canadian money?
Me: Maybe. We'll see. We have lots to do.
Imogen, with a look of deep concentration: How do they change the money into Canadian?
Me: Well they don't actually change it; they trade us. We give them American money and they trade it for Canadian money.
Imogen, with a look of sudden understanding: Oh! So it's not magic like with a wand because that would not make any sense.
(And that's a reminder to me to be as literal as possible with her! Also, a great glimpse at how her brain attempts to make sense of the seemingly impossible.)
Imogen: I was thinking about wearing a fancy dress for New Year's Eve.
Me: Nice. Which one?
Imogen: Well, actually, I think it might be in the dishwasher.
Imogen: When you're 100 do you die?
Me: Most people die before they're 100.
Imogen: I don't want to die.
Me: You probably won't die for a very long time.
Imogen: Well, when I die I want to become a vampire.
Me: Oh really?
Imogen: Yes. Because then I will be dead-alive for infinity forever.
Me: What about the part where you have to drink people's blood?
Imogen: Mommy! Why do you have to ruin everything?
Imogen: Since we've been reading Charlotte's Web, I've realized something.
Me: What's that?
Imogen: I realized that we need a pet pig.
MamaJen: Imogen, I'm getting tired of all the whining. It needs to stop.
Imogen: Well MamaJen, then I think you picked the wrong family!
Imogen: Mom, I'm done peeing and brushing my teeth.
Me (joking): But not at the same time, ha ha!
Imogen: Um, why not at the same time? I just held my toothbrush in my mouth when I wiped.
Me <facepalm>