"It's a boat of crumbs sailing on a sea of tea." (describing my biscuit dunking activities)
"Wind! Go home to your Mama! Now!" ( shouted on a particularly blowy day walking by the racecourse)
Me: "What time is it Lily?" (after repeatedly telling her it was teatime and being ignored)
Lily: "It's cake o'clock time."
"Carry me in your pouch, I am a very tiny baby kangaroo and you are my BIG FAT MUMMY KANGAROO".
"Your nose tastes like cheese, your cheeks taste like garlic bread and your ears taste like pickled onions and I'm going to eat them all up."