(overheard at Colonial Williamburg)
“Don’t dance on the stairs, please.”

Ellen (who is four and was in one of my swim classes) on the lifeguard stands: “Is that the mommy chair and the baby chair?”

Ms. Cosimano (her daughter) right before snapping a photo of the class: “Are you ready? This is happening.”

Ashley: “What’s that thing I want? Ohhh, rape.”
(she was looking up rape laws for lesbians. Don’t ask.)

Ashley with a Freudian slip on post-prom activities: “There’s midnight boning. …There’s midnight bowling.”