Froggy while eating alphabet soup:
Froggy: Ewwww, the p's aren't good. No more p's for me. (after even more consideration) I am NOT a big fan of the p's.
Well it's decided then.
Our landlord recently built us a storage unit in our carport. While storing some boxes in there, I heard this strange little bug chatter. Froggy heard the noise too and asked what it was. I said it was probably termites. She started to become concerned and yelled, "Hurry Mommy get outta there. They might think you're made of wood!"
And because it just wouldn't be a Froggyism without some potty humor, here goes (no pun intended)... Froggy was sitting on the pot and I was in the livingroom folding laundry. It's a typical scene at our house.
So Froggy is on the pot reading National Geographic (don't ask) and I think she says something about a v*gina. So I say, "What about your v*gina?" And she says, "NO, not v*gina, the Great Wall of China!"