“I don’t like your snarkitude.”

– Whatever. I’m still right.

“I just want to get my wobble off.”

– After an ear infection, it feels good to release the dizziness.

“Maybe I’m allergic to doing anything.”

– Must be no-can-do season.

“That’s genius what I just did!”

– She put granola on coffee ice cream.

“We’re going to have to listen to this again. In silence.”

– I now know I shouldn’t talk while certain songs play.

“Armmitts!”

– When her fingers are frozen she puts’em in my pits.

“You don’t always have to have the hits.”

– Sometimes the song that’s on is the song you’re meant to hear.

“It’s chillunky.”

– Somewhere between Miles and The Meters lives a musical genre that henceforth shall be known as…”

“I’m not sure I like the sound of bubble cackles.”

– When you need the bath bomb pop to stop.

“My vortex is not great today.”

– Some days she’s a whirlwind of words. Other days, not so much.

“My nice only happens in certain spurts.”

– Thankfully, her not nice happens in less frequent spurts.