Mabelisms (Five Years Old)

A conversation sparked by learning how many days there are in a year went something like this:
"and how many days since life began?"
"whose life"
"all life"
"no one really know that."
"all the way back, like thousands or infinity?"
"Yeah"
"And I bet there were no presidents then. That must have been so sad."
"How come"
"Because there was no one to tell everyone what to do."

Mabel on snorkling:
No, I don't want to because I can't breathe and kids need to breathe even more than grownups. I can't breath out of my mouth, I need to breathe out of my nose to live.

Valenstine's

Mabel: I want to go to Hebrew school
Mommy: You want even more school?
Mabel: Yes, because I love to work!

I don't want the hummus daddy made, I want the hummus from Trader Joe's that nobody made. 

Days before Halloween:
Mommy: "What holiday is coming up"
Mabel: "I don't know, that Shana Tova thing?"

"If we try something new it might taste yucky or it might taste yummy."

"You're going to Grandmommy's house next week"
"I know, you told me like 3 times and that's just too much!"

Brocomole

Mommy: "You are so silly, what am I going to do with you?"
Mabel: "Nothing"
"Take care of me"
"Play with me"

"Those shoes are disgusting. I mean they don't look good so they are disgusting." 

"I'm sure" 

We had lunch at Station (Mabel's interpretation of "Subway" sandwiches).

But I'm not a baby. I don't cry anymore.  I only whine.