"Hey! You in there!"
*slowly looking around the room*
"Yeah, come here, I wanna tell you somefing."
"See my pwee-dee dwess?
"MY Mommy made it!!!!"
"Don't say dat. It's a bad word."
-I'm terribly sorry! It's just that I thought your mother only knew how to duct tape and glue!
-It is indeed beautiful, and really, it's not that I don't believe you, but I should probably let you know that your mother got a D in home-ec class.
-oh, never mind. How did she do all the smocking?
-Yes. that stuff.
"It was yike dis when she bought it."
-Careful of the bees in those flowers.
"I just saw one. I'm going to stand VER-WEEEEEEEEEE still. Just don't talk to me for a second."
*more crickets chirping*
-Uhm, Ann? I think they're gone.
"Let's go ove-or to da swing."
-Back to our conversation about that dress. Sooooo, basically your mom is trying to claim the name, "seamstress" when in actuality, she only sewed one line and the ribbons.
"I don't care. My mommy made it just for me."
"And, I yuv it! It makes me feel pweetty."
-pssssss, Annie! It's me....Mommy. You modeled great, baby! Way to make me look like a sewer!
"You're silly, mommy!"
-I love you, darling!
Oh! you'll never know, how very, very much I love you!!!!