O: Is Baby Emma made out of felt?
Me: No. I think she's made out of cotton.
O: O ont (want) Baby Emma be made of felt! (said in a sad voice, and she was almost crying)
(We've been in the habit of speaking to O in third person since she was a baby, and she now refers to herself as "O" instead of "I." It's a hard habit to break, and it sure is cute :)