Another One

I don't know why kids always seem to tell me funny things.  Ok, so sometimes I do try to get them to spill the beans on their parents, but in these cases I swear to you that all information was unsolicited and voluntarily given.  Here we go with another round of kids saying the darndest things.

Dr: How old are you?
Alimatu:
The wife: She's 3.
Dr: What is your favorite color?
Alimatu:  Dogs
(This one might be my fault.  She has always had a hard time remembering how old she is so I used to tease her a little about it.  Now, when someone asks her that question she panics and gets flustered)

Neighbor:  My dad has bald hair.
Me:  Really?  Did he shave his head?
Neighbor: No, he has BALL hair (pointing with both fingers to his nether reaches).  So does my mom.  So does my sister.
Me:  Are my cookies burning?  I have to go in the house to check on them.

Neighbor:  Is your dog's name Cassie or Assie?
Me:  Assie
Neighbor:  Come here Assie, you're so cute, good dog.

Neighbor:  Do you want to hear me sing?
Me:  Not only do I want to hear you sing, I want to sing with you.  Can I?
Neighbor:  Ummmm, no.
Me (singing just like Elf): I'm siiiiiinging.  We're at the park and I'm siiiiinging.  Ooooooh how I love to siiiiiiing.
Neighbor:  Nevermind.