Indirect discourse

While I was doing lunch dishes, the kiddo dragged her kitchen stool to the counter, climbed up, and stood looking at a plate of leftover cutout cookies.

Me: What are you doing, Kiddo?

Her: Jus' looking at the cookies.

Me: Are you still hungry?

Her: No.

Me: Do you want more tuna salad?

Her: No.

Me: Another carrot?

Her: No.

Me: What are you doing?

Her: Jus' looking at the cookies.

Me: ... Do you want another cookie?

Her: I'll have a heart one!

Bupkis

Scene: Kiddo has selected a dum-dum lollipop for each of her parents. One of the flavors is represented in the wrapper by it's traditional container.

Her: Dad loves rhubarb! Daddy gets the rhubarb one.
Me: I don't think they make rhubarb lollipops.
Her: It's rhubarb. See, RHUBARB.
Me: Oh, it's root beer.
Her: Yeah, root beer. Daddy loves rootbarb! It comes in bupkis. Buckis. What are these?
Me: Buckets?
Her: Yeah! No, not buckets. What are these?
Me: Barrels.
Her: Yeah, barrels. [exit; then, offstage] Dad, I've got a surprise for you! It's a lollipop.
Dad, off-off-stage: Yeah?
Her, still offstage: You get rootbarb! No, MOM, WHAT IS THE ONE IN THE BUCKETS-BARRELS.
Me: It's root beer.
Her: Yeah, root beer.

Five minutes later:
Her: I'm a big fan of lollipops.

Bodies

Her, mildly distressed: My heart is beating!
Me: It always does that. It's supposed to.
Her: Oh.

Overcorrection

Her: He losed!
Me: He lost.
Her: He losed!
Me: He lost.
Her: He did lost.
Me: .... He did lose.