Who needs weapons anyway, when you have bad breath?
I want to spread my breath all through Florida.
— After eating a mint from a restaurant
I thought I’d never have to tell you this, but, I will: I love planes. They’re my favorite form of transportation. Because they’re fast!

What number are you afraid of?

I have fear of the number 90,000. It’s just a number I don’t like.

You never know what trouble your nose will lead you to.
Maybe she’s been basking in the sun. Maybe she’s shortening her hair for spring. Or maybe she’s warming her fur up this one and only time.
Mommy, you’ll never know how deep SAND is.

Philosophy of Love

Mommy I love you so much, I want to tape me onto you ‘till the tape has no stick.

I like my breath when it’s mint-erized.