The things this child says...
At her soccer game on Saturday, she spied a candy bar wrapper on the ground and picked it up.
Me: Ashley, put that down, it's trash.
Ashley: NO, Mommy. I have to pick it up if I want to save the world.
Me: Don't worry about it, the world will be fine.
Ashley: NO, Mommy. If I don't pick it up, the world will esplote.
Then, at dinner the other night:
Scott: Ash, do you want more pasta?
Ashley: Daddy. You know I'm not a pasta girl. I'm a pizza girl.
And after soccer today:
Me: Did you have fun?
Ashley: Yes, but there was this one boy who said I touched the ball with my hand and I didn't touch the ball with my hand and he kept saying "You touched it! You touched it!" and I didn't.
Me: Well, he doesn't sound very nice.
Ashley: Yes, I think he was a spoiled rat.
I could go on and on. I think 5 years old is my favorite age so far. :-)