Yes my dear, our beliefs are crazy

Mama and Zanzi are having a conversation on the way home from church about keeping the Sabbath Day holy.
Zanzi: Let's go to a restaurant.
Mama: That's called buying things and we don't buy things on Sunday.
Zanzi: No it's not.
Mama: What is it then?
Zanzi: It's just, just, it's just crazy!


Buzz: I don't feel well. Pway fo me.


Mama is on the phone with Rachel.
Buzz: I want to talk to Rachel.
Zanzi: It's not Rachel. It's just Abraham, boring Abraham.
(Abraham probably is one of Zanzi's favorite people.)


Papa asked Zanzi a question.
Zanzi: I don't know. You will have to ask Heavenly Father.


Zanzi: I had a dream last night that my friend Sarah was going to explode in a washing machine that was a little slide.