Hazel exploding this week.

Hazel: You got your iPhone?
Me: Yes.
Hazel: Take a picture of that up there. I did that one.

Friday, in a park on a seesaw:
Hold on tight daddy! Don’t fall off! Careful!

Today, walking past the neighbours’ houses:
Hazel: Who lives there?
Me: J— and M—.
[Hazel sees a Threadless-style t-shirt on their washing line.]
Hazel: Who’s on that t-shirt?
Me: I don’t know.
Hazel: Maybe it’s a picture of them.

Maybe it’s a picture of them.

Out of the mouth of the babe Hazel:
I don’t like breakfast cereal. Something else.
Sun’s burning my feet. It’s very funny.