Yes, but nomes aren’t hard to make,” said Dorcas. “You just need other nomes.” “You’re weird.

... and all those frogs going 'Rabbit, rabbit'..."
"I think, sir, that it was 'Ribbit, ribbit'..."
"So, what goes 'Rabbit, rabbit'?"
"Rabbits, I think. All the time...

Granny," said Esk, in the exasperated and remarkably adult voice children use to berate their wayward elders. "I don't think you quite understand. I don't want to hit the ground. It's never done anything to me.

It was nice to hear the voices of little children at play, provided you took care to be far enough away not to hear what they were actually saying.

Then if children make so much trouble, why do people have 'em?

Tiffany knew what the problem was immediately. She'd seen it before, at
birthday parties. Her brother was suffering from tragic sweet
deprivation. Yes, he was surrounded by sweets. But the moment he took any
sweet at all, said his sugar-addled brain, that meant he was not taking
all the rest. And there were so many sweets he'd never be able to eat
them all. It was too much to cope with. The only solution was to burst
into tears.