Don't Call Me Daniel

Papa: Daniel, come here.
Danny: Don't call me Daniel!
Papa: What should I call you?
Danny: "Handsome Dan."


Leaving to go out for the day as a family:

Danny: Mama should stay home and do chores.


In the Old Market, where my husband is playing on a storm grate

Mama: Don't do that, you'll fall in. Our housekeeper fell down a manhole in Chicago and she was never the same again.
Papa: (being silly) Oh, it's OK (jumps on it)
Mama: Stop that right now, look at the example you're setting.
Danny: Mama should stay home next time and do chores.