"I have a scab right there." As she points to her ankle.
"I have flower lotion on me." As she puts her hand in my face.
"We have baby birds and a mommy bird. There's four babies, one mommy, and they don't have a daddy."
"I got glitter glue today. It's red and gray and gold and white and blue."
(she's been begging for glitter and her daddy thought this would be a good compromise since it at least wouldn't be able to fall off on everything. At least it sticks to the paper.)
Well, she's off and running again.