Ellen picking her nose (and eating it!!!) in the backseat:
My mom: Ellen, what are you doing?
Ellen: Mima! A princess needs to eat, you know.
Yelling to Mike after he gave her a La Croix:
“Hey Mike! Is this a beer?”
Walking quickly through the mall dragging Ellen behind me:
“I can’t live like this!”
After Ellen’s MRI:
Me: The dr. said you need to lay down for a nap a shut your eyes.
Ellen: The dr. said you need to shut your mouth.
My Mom: Ellen, why did you throw your toothbrush in the garbage?
Ellen: Mima, it’s not meant for forever.
After telling her for the fifth time not to do something, and now needing to yell:
“Jenna Hines! You need to be nice to people!”
“Mom, I’m as beautiful as a boom box.”