(While reading a Superman chapter book ...)
Bryson: (reading) "Metallo opened his chest plate to reveal a chunk of glowing green rock." "Glowing green rock" ... do you guys know what that is?
Amalia: I think it's a sucker.
(While we were talking about our upcoming trip to Florida ...)
Baylor: No, I don't want to go to the beach this time!
Bryson: Aw! Why, buddy?
Baylor: (earnestly) Crabs.
(While I was about to shut the door after retrieving the super-wet newspaper from the front porch ...)
Baylor: No! Wait! Leave it open! (smiling) I want to feel the fresh air! I want to feel the spring breeze!
Amalia: Mommy, do you know why I dance funny when I have to pee?
Me: Because you are trying to hold it in?
Amalia: No. That is part of my ballet!
(While reading our nightly Bedtime Math selection ...)
Bryson: Okay, "Wee ones ..."
Amalia: (excitedly) That's me!
Bryson: (smiling) Yup. "Wee ones: If you have a pet lizard because that's your favorite animal, how many shoes do you and he need altogether, assuming your lizards want to wear shoes? Lizards have 4 feet."
Amalia: Okay, so ... (beginning to count on her fingers) we'll need rain boots, sandals, sneakers ... hmm.
(At dinner, Baylor was rockin' a dapper little 'do as his hair has grown out a bit and I was able to sweep it off to the side after his bath.)
Amalia: Baylor, your hair looks so handsome!
Me: Awww! Yes, it does, Mollie!
Amalia: (sweetly) Just like a little old man.