Miss I: I lost my ID.
Momma: Your "I.D.?"
Miss I: (hesitating) Not the card with your picture on it. The thing that comes out your mouth when you talk.
Miss I: Yeah. I lost my idea.
Later in the day
Miss I: I wish my mouth was on the top of my head.
Miss I: So I wouldn't lose my ideas.
Momma: Before they came out your mouth?
Miss I: Yeah. I wish my mouth was just on my brain.
(Little Bun suggests that it's a good thing her mouth isn't on her brain: ease of eating and time for "the filter")