"Why doesn't this game work? It doesn't work so well." -- Mr. B, attempting to get Ants in the Pants to cooperate. His summary of the situation: "I'm not good at this game, Rachel. Oh well."
Me: "Do you think it's going to rain?" Mr. B: "No. I'm taking a bath, not a shower. I'm just a little kid. I'm just 3, you know." Me: "No... I meant rain, outside, not a shower in the tub!" (which is where Mr. B was located during this) Mr. B: "Oh. I don't want it to rain outside either." Me: "I want it to rain. Good for the yard." Mr. B: "If it rains I'll be angry and mommy will be angry so naaaa..." (sticks out his tongue)
On the newer material, she's getting compared to Tori Amos; on the older material she's sticking closer to somewhere between opera and Norwegian folk (with, depending on band, minimal/almost traditional keyboard dominated arrangements to dark prog/doom metal to black/death metal).