And Yet More Thoughts From A Three-Year-Old

Adessa: "Daddy, be careful with me, I'm fragile."
Daddy: "That's right. You're made of sugar."
Adessa: "No, I'm not made of sugar."
Daddy: "What are you made of?"
Adessa: "I'm made of sauce."

Adessa: "I smell like bread. It's because I'm hot."

Daddy