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We know the truth, lady.

- Farm lady: "Now what are these pink things on her udder that the milk comes out of?"
- All my kids, roaring: "TITTIES!"
- Farm lady: "No, not titties..."
- Kids: "BOOOOOBS!"

Can you be both?

- Me: "Alright people, let's go."
- Boy: "Are we people??"
- Me: "Yes."
- Boy, with wonder and awe: "Oh! I thought I'm only a Tongan."

Flexible

- Boy, twisting bits of his face: "Miss, I can turn my nose around. And then my eyes fart!"

Whose mouth? That's what I want to know

- Girl: "Miss? My auntie smokes. But not those from-the-dairy-smokes. It's other stuff. She smokes from a jar. Well it's kind of like a jar. And it makes your mouth go hot."

So did she or didn't she?

Boy: "Miss, she grabbed my balls!"
Girl: "No, just pants!"
Boy: "Because my balls are special. You can't grab them. I'm got Ironman balls."

I'd be a bit worried otherwise

- Boy, putting his arm around me: "Hi Miss."
- Boy, running away, milliseconds later: "Aargh, you guys, she is really warm!!"

Did she!

- Me: "Oh, I like your haircut! You look styley."
- Boy: "It's cos of the kutus, there were heaps. Mums and dads and babies and everything. My mum murder them."

Subjective

Girl: "Miss, Matthew's showing everyone his tits!"
Boy: "But you got pretty tits, Matthew."

Witch feet

‎"Miss, you got lines on your feet. Maybe witch feet. Maybe not."