Amalia: (to Bryson after he came in from mowing smelling like grass and gas) You smell like punishment!
Me: Baylor, how did you do on your lunch today? Did you eat everything?
Baylor: You'll have to look and see.
Me: Baylor ... can you just tell me?
Baylor: Okay. I didn't drink any of my water.
Me: Oh, okay. Are you thirsty?
(I handed him his water bottle, and he drank as quickly as he could.)
Baylor: Mommy, you should make me a shirt that says "Thirstiest Man Alive", and I can wear it on days I don't drink my water at school.
Amalia: Mommy, this is the Dragon King. (gestures to an imaginary person next to her)
Me: Oh, yeah?
Amalia: (smiling) Yeah, he wants to marry me! (turns to imaginary Dragon King) I will love you and take care of you for-ev-er! (then leans in for a kiss)
Baylor: Mommy, Mollie got a gold medal.
Me: That's nice, dearie.
Baylor: Yeah, I gave her a gold medal in footsie games.