Biscuit: What's that guy's name?
Me: That's the prince. His name is Prince Phillip.
Biscuit: Why? What does he fill up?
Me: Please don't make me stand around in the parking lot. COME ON!
Biscuit: I *AM* COME ONNING!
Me: Honey, why is your dress pulled down like that?
Biscuit: This is how princesses wear it.
Me: No, honey. Princesses don't show their nipples
Biscuit: Jasmine does!
Me: No, buddy. She covers her chest and shows off her belly button.
Biscuit: Okay. Now I'm a princess!
Me: Getting closer, but princesses don't pull their dresses over their heads to show their underpants.
Biscuit: (sigh) It's hard to be a princess.
Me: I told you to go to your room. Hurry up!
Biscuit: I can't hurry up!
Me: Oh? Why's that?
Biscuit: My feet aren't fast enough to hurry!
Biscuit: (holds up jar of pain pills) Is this grandma's vitamins?
Me: If you pick up your brother and try to throw him again, I am confiscating your princess dress.
Biscuit: That's okay. Daddy will buy me a new one on Sunday.
Me: Oh, really?
Biscuit: Yeah. He loves me.
Me: What are you doing up there?
Biscuit: I am not eating toothpaste.
Me: Okay, but what *are* you doing?
Biscuit: I am just checking it.
Me: And how is it?
Biscuit: Oh, it's pretty good.
Biscuit: I think we need a giant.
Me: Really? Why?
Biscuit: He will have big ol', big ol' teeth, and he will eat the sharks and other monsters that want to eat my brother.
Me: That's a helpful giant.
Biscuit: Actually, he really is.