That boy sure knows a lot about money. [After watching Brother Bear explain fractions to Sister Bear, on the Berenstein Bears, using quarters.]
I don’t think you’re a teacher because you wear dresses. No teachers wear dresses.
THAT is crazy. [Laughing after I told him I used to work at Target when I was a teenager. Target is probably one of his top ten favorite places in the world.]
We had to raise our hand for peanut butter or chocolate dip for our crackers and banana and I raised my hand for peanut butter, but they gave me CHOCOLATE. I didn’t want chocolate and I know they had more peanut butter. They had two whole jars. I saw them. And I didn’t eat the chocolate because it was spicy. [Oh, the injustice!]
MOMMY! Please help me sew a dress!! [Holding spools of thread, ribbon, beads, and scissors. Sorry to disapppoint you, kiddo.]
Why do grown up girls have these things? [Making circular motions at boob level with his hands.]
I want to be a Batman for Halloween…A Batman that punches.
I fell asleep and my boat hit a rock and water was leaking in, so then I let down my anchor and had to fix it.
Here, you give one of these to your Mommy, Daddy, or Nanny when they pick you up. [Pretend school.]
Mom! My booboo was better but now it’s not and now it has boogers coming out of it. [Loss of first big scab: Eck.]
Mom, look: I’m stuck in traffic. [Sitting completely still in the cardboard car we made.]