G: I want to paint, Can I paint?
M: No, sweetie, it is dinner time now.
Repeat about 10 times
G: ok, I won't ask you anymore.
Phew!
"Mommy, why is your hair orange? Did they use a crayon, or paintbrush?" (After seeing a botched hair dye job)
M: Please get in your carseat
G: Why? Will the police take me away?
To any medical professional: "Do you have pokey things?"
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