Sharks leave their teeth behind when they bite. Then they grow new ones. Her front tooth hurts when she bites. She thinks she should see the dentist. (John and I think she should get over herself. She's been dying to have a loose tooth for a year now. That's all this is.)

Mammals have one mother and one father. They nurse their young. (John and I chime in with all we know about mammals. David refuses to be a mammal.)

She and E., after making a huge mess with blocks, boxes, and styrafoam peanuts, never did figure out what their play was going to be about. (I've noticed that when E. is involved there is a lot more set design and sound effects; Rose usually just goes for costumes and declaiming.)

She doesn't like the gluten free chocolate chip cookie I bought at the ice cream store down the street. (I don't mind. I don't like the cookie either. However, I'm thrilled that this is the third store within walking distance to offer gluten-free treats, and they are all made by different companies, so we have choices. I'm hoping my neighborhood becomes g-f central.)