Mom, do you know why your tummy’s hurting? It’s because maybe I catched a cold on you.
J: Mom, one of my teachers has a jiggly neck.
M: Oh! I hope you didn’t tell her that!
J: (blank stare)
Oh, look. It’s an elevator car (an Escalade).
The church in Qatar smells like polish you put on your toes.
“Mom, I need to tell you a secret, but you’re going to be mad because it’s about love.”
“I hope I wouldn’t be mad about love.”
“Well, it’s that I love a boy named Abdulrahman.”
On her birthday: "Am I actually five? Because I don't, like, feel the number."
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