Mama, how do you spell "Parliament?" I want to look it up on your iPod.
I'm going to use the butt-smack technique to get myself up the stairs.
Baba's a fungi! Baba's a fungi!
I need to see that Jeep closer. I think the bike on it has disc brakes.
Help, I'm being attacked by a horrid...ugly...ferocious...non-native MAMA!
Suzuki: Janusz, that's not a hug, that's a generic "squish."
Julian (piling on top): Is this a "genetic squish?"
Roger and Ellen have to have math-y brains to plan how to do all their projects (knitting and woodworking).
Sorry I'm so "huggy" today, Mama.
(Tucking Mama into bed early): I almost forgot to sprinkle some sweet dreams on you (sprinkle, sprinkle). And some cozy chamomile...to keep you cozy!