Watching Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone.

"Mom, Hagrid looks like your dad."

Yes. Yes he does.

"Please tell me I don't have to eat oakmeal for breakfast in the morning. I hate oakmeal."

Attack of the killer tomato.

"Mom, we need to go in the basement right now! I just watched the news and there's a giant tomato coming!"

Giant... tomato?

You know, like on Wizard of Oz? Hurry! It's the tomato, it's picking up the whole house!! Aaaaah!!!" [runs amok]

I love Friday nights.

Speaking about one of the boys in her class:

"Mom, ____'s bagina is called a weiner."

Names are blocked to protect the innocent as I sure this would be a story to scar this boy's adolescence and possible adult manhood.