All the time to Bennet: “Ha! Good one Bennie!”
 
Her: “What’s that sound?”
Me: “It’s the music.”
Her: “Oh that’s cool. It sounds like a kid screaming.”
 
“Be quiet upstairs and downstairs because my baby is asleep below the sewing machine table.”
 
To her African American friend: “Your hair is so soft. It’s like fabric, but softer!”
 
After cutting off Bennie’s baby mullet, “Do you know what we should do with Bennet’s baby hair? Put it into a glass of water and see if it grows!”