From the Mouth of a Seven-Year-Old: Imagination

While waiting... 
Fin: I want to play but I don't have anything. 
Me: Use your imagination. 
Fin: I don't have imagination because it's morning. 
Me: Your imagination only works at night? 
Fin: No. In the afternoon.

From the Mouths of Seven-Year-Olds: Fat

In the car, 4 in the back and 2 in the passenger seat. 
Yuan: It's so huot. Maybe everybody is fat. 
Fin: Every one is 100 libs. 
Kate: Libs? 
Kitchie: L-B-S. Pounds.

From the Mouth of a Seven-Year-Old: Ooppss

Yuan playing Minecraft and talking to himself. 
Yuan: I'm an idiot! 
Kate: Oiiii... 
Yuan: I mean I'm a crazy man...

From the Mouth of a Seven-Year-Old: Miss You

Me: Yuan, I miss you!
Yuan: I don't miss you. *mischievous grin* Just kidding. I miss you too!

From the Mouth of a Seven-Year-Old: Hong Kong

Me: Yuan, how was Hong Kong? 
Yuan: There's so many Chinese people like you!

From the Mouth of a Seven-Year-Old: Bully

Fin: Were you a nerd?
Me: Yes.
Fin: Did you get bullied?
Me: Why? Do nerds get bullied?
Fin: Yes.
Me: Are you a nerd?
Fin: No, I'm a popular girl.