K.Lo, holding up last night’s Pull-Up: Diaper rash! I’ve got diaper rash in my Pull-Up!

K.Lo, to N.Lo, who was innocently eating a bowl of grapes: No. I’m going to have a tea party by. my. self. Young boy.

K.Lo, in the car: Look, it’s the sun! He’s hiding [behind the clouds]. He’s going to sleep right now.

K.Lo, on soft drinks: I don’t like it. It’s too spicy for me.

K.Lo, to the CEO, who while sitting with her on the Night Shift, coughed: Daddy, be quiet. I’m trying to sleep.

K.Lo’s latest art project from the Outsourcer.