Me: Honey can you tip your head a little so Mama can see....yep you've got a pimple.
Fiona: I have a pickle?
Fiona: (In the middle if the day) Look the moon!
Me: No honey that's an airplane.
Fiona: Okay hi moon, bye bye! (waiving frantically)
Fiona: Ewww that's gross. Here Sammy!
Fiona: I love you boobs Mama (patting them affectionately while I look embarrassed because we're at the super market)