Olivia-isms

From the mouth of my babe:

Olivia hopped up to the table for her hot dog lunch and exclaims, "Now that's what I'm talking about...MUUUUSTARD."

Then a few minutes later I get this request, "Can I have a pickle? A giant-normous pickle? The best pickle ever?"

Who knew pickles carried so much weight around here???

And finally- after leaving a fresh brown trout in the tank she asked me to come and look at what she just did and mutters to me, "diarrhea."

I replied, "that's not diarrhea honey."

She then boldly states, "Only when our tummies have really really throw ups do we get diarrhea." She's four and already understands the ramifications of diarrhea. Poor kid.