I have two.
First, Ollie has been saying all of his B's as D's which has led to a rather grim farewell in our house of late.
Luke: Bye, guys!
Ollie: (cheerfully) Die, Daddy!
Second, Laine and Annabel recently made a sock puppet and were taking turns playing hide and seek with it. As I puttered around the basement putting eleventy-bajillion dominos away, I heard this track-halting remark.
Annabel: Wayne, it's my turn to hide the cock fuppet.