Said to my sister while I was on my way to pick her up:
Sister: Butterbean, your sister is really sick and I need you to help me. Can you get me a diaper and a washcloth and a towel.
Butterbean: I have to do all this work and I'm not even 17 yet!
On the drive to my house:
Butterbean: Tia! I can't see! The sun is so bright it's burning my eyes.
Me: Do you want me to roll up your window or do you want my sunglasses to wear?
Butterbean: I want your sunglasses. Stinkin' old sun.
After we made cupcakes:
Butterbean: This one is for me and this one is for J (her cousin). He's so cute I'm going to give him a big kiss.