"Mama in der? Mmma an na na a CHOUND? In der? IN DER?"
(Mama, do you hear the sound that is coming from that general direction over there?)
"A cow! Jump cow oh uh na amoon!"
(The cow jumped over the moon.)
"A TRAIN! A TRAIN! CHOO CHOO!"
(A TRAIN! A TRAIN! OMFG!)
"Aw, a boo hurt! Na ma a ban aid? Boots?"
(I have injured myself and require a licensed-character Band-Aid.)
"RAWR! RAWR! Onster anna book anna yoo turn da page! Oh no!
(There's a monster at the end of this book and you turned the page! Oh no!)
(I don't care what you smell, woman.)
"Oh no! A messth! Whew! Dapeart? Okay."
(I would like to reverse my earlier position re: poop.)
"I know. In der. A dridge. Ohhh, down. An tuntel. Up up up an der."
(A complicated description of the engineering of drawbridges. I am told I wouldn't understand.)
(Success! Swiper the Fox has been foiled yet again!)
"A nack? Okay nack. Nack oh der."
(May I have a snack? Actually, I'm just going to go ahead and answer in the affirmative that yes, I may have a snack. And I'm going to go eat my snack over there. Smell ya later.)
"A chide an mah polpet! A polpet, Mama! Choon an polpet!"
"DADA! DADA! WHEAH ARRRRRE YOOOO?"
(Dada, Mama is currently denying me the object of my heart's desire, please come home from work to rectify the situation.)