Good wipers

Sophie: I have to poop.
Papa: Okay, can you do it by yourself?
Brooklyn: She needs help.
Sophie: Yeah, I need help.
Papa: Grammy will help you.
Sophie: Yeah, cause if you helped me it would be gross.
Papa: Yeah, it would be gross.
Sophie: It's not gross when Daddy helps me; he's a good wiper. You too, Grammy

Emergency number

Sophie: "Don't worry mom, if you are dead I can call 991."

Mommy's stuff

Daddy: "I need you to take better care of your stuff. And my stuff. And mommy's stuff."
Sophie: "Mommy doesn't have any stuff. Only hairbrushes."