Baylor: Mommy, when I grow up, I'm not going to be like other grown ups.
Me: (smiling) I know, sweetheart. But how do you think you're going to be different?
Baylor: When I grow up I am not going to have a job.
(Bryson was sidelined for a couple days with a thrown out back.)
Amalia: What did Daddy say on the phone?
Me: He said his back feels better! Isn't that great?
Amalia: Yeah! Hooray! Now we can smush him!
Amalia: (in an irritated tone) Mommy, did you hook up on me? I was calling you!
Me: Baylor, what would make our trip to Chicago the best ever?
Baylor: (smiling) If we got to see Steve and Katie.
Amalia: I'm going to Timbuktu.
Me: Oh, I will miss you!
Amalia: (in a reassuring tone) Don't worry, I'll be back before dessert!