ohhhh, it's new

Hannah: "Hey Mommy...you know what my favorite kind of dinosaur is?"
Me: "No, what?"
Hannah: "A lion."
Me: "haha, well, a lion isn't a dinosaur sweetie."
Hannah: "Oh yeah? Well, you know what my favorite kind of dinosaur is?"
Me: "No, what is it?"
Hannah: "My favorite kind of dinosaur is a new kind of dinosaur and it's called a lion dinosaur."

Yeah, that's about right

"Hey Mama, watch this!"

Hannah proceeds to do some crazy baby pseudo break-dance move, then stands back up, beaming.

"Can you do that?"

"Nope, I'm afraid Mommy just can't do that honey, haha."

"Oh. Cause you're old?"

"Yup."

I've never felt so bad about a fly

Hannah just came into my office with her hands held out and a small dead housefly displayed:

Hannah: Mommy? This fly got a little bit hurt on his wings.
Me: Yes, he did. That's too bad, but I think maybe we should go put him in the trashcan.
Hannah: Oh...yeah. That's cause he got a little bit dead, huh?
Me: Yeah...that happens sometimes. Flies don't live very long like people do.

Hannah brings him out to the kitchen and pauses in front of the trashcan.

Hannah: Mommy? I don't think this fly wants to go in the trashcan. I think he wants to go to his home.
Me: Yeah...ok baby, let's put him outside.