I can't!

Me- I love you, little girl!

Michela- I love you Daddy, but I can't trust you.

Me- ( at a loss for words) Wha...You can't trust me?

Michela- No. I just can't.

Me-(heart broken) Why not? I'm your dad!

Michela- You are my father! I can't trust you because you get in trouble.

Me- I do? When?

Michela- Um...I don't know, Father. But I love you...

With Amanda

(SHE"S JUST BARELY 3!)
Michela- Amanda, can I cut your hair?
Amanda- No! I like my hair long.
Michela- Don't be so dramatic. I'll be gentle.
Amanda- You can't cut my hair.
Michela- But I'll be gentle!

Daddy, Why do boys...

Michela- Daddy, why do you go potty standing up?
Me- (thinking this conversation is too early) Umm...Ask Mommy.
Michela- Why? You don't know?
Me- All boys go potty standing up.
Michela- Ok. ( walks away and then back in the bathroom) boys are not smart. If you go potty standing up, you could get pee on the floor.
Me- Does that mean Daddy isn't smart?
Michela- If you go potty standing up, you are not smart.

I am Special!

Me- Do you want to listen to Billy Joel?
Michela- YEAH!
Me- Do you like this song? It's called Piano Man.
Michela- I don't. I don't like that instrument.
Me- You don't? It's called a harmonica.
Michela- Can we listen to Honesty?
Me- I'm impressed by your knowledge of Billy Joel's catalogue( with my worst english accent)
Michela- Thanks. I'm special.