(upon first seeing him in the morning ...)
Baylor: Mommy, is it okay if we have harmless, infrared beams in our house?
Me: (smiling) What, buddy?
Baylor: (hopeful) Is it okay if we have harmless, infrared beams in our house? It was in the catalog in one of those spy things.
Me: (smiling) I suppose that would be okay.
(a few minutes later)
Me: Baylor, you should ask Daddy the question you asked me. About if it'd be okay if we had that in our house.
Baylor: Daddy, is it okay if we have harmless, infrared beams in our house?
Bryson: (incredibly confused) What, buddy?
Baylor: Is it okay if we have harmless, infrared beams in our house? (grabs the catalog) Look, see.
Bryson: Ah, okay, let's read this again ...
Baylor: (reading) Harmless, infrared beams of light! Is it okay if we have harmless, infrared beams of light in our house?
Bryson: Well, I don't know, buddy.
Baylor: I want all this spy stuff for my birthday.
Bryson: Baylor, do you think Mommy and Daddy can afford to get you all this spy stuff for your birthday?
Baylor: Hm, no. (looks around the page) Maybe you could get me something that doesn't take batteries. Look at this one, "Twenty-seven, ninety-five," and it doesn't take batteries. (hopeful) Do you think that one would be okay?
(While pretend playing "Wild Kratts" ...)
Baylor: (whispering in her ear) Jimmy, your controller is lost in Central America.
Baylor: Now you.
Amalia: (whispering in his ear) Jimmy, your controller is lost in Central America.
Baylor: I like the name Baylor better. And you can use a different continent, like Asia.
Amalia: (whispering in his ear) Asia, your controller is lost in Central America.
(While talking about her afternoon at zoo school ...)
Amalia: Mommy, my teacher, Miss Bethany, saw you when we went to go see the tigers!
Me: Hmmm, I don't think so.
Amalia: (with absolute certainty) Yeah, she did.
(silence as my mom, my sister, and I looked at each other amused but confused)
Christine: Why do you think your teacher saw Mommy?
Amalia: Oh, because she said, "Hi, Nicole!"
Christine: Did you see who she was talking to?
Oma, Aunt Christine, Me: Ahhhhhh.
Baylor: (looking at me sweetly) Mommy, I never want to live away from you. I always want to be with you.
Me: Awww, buddy, that's so sweet. I want to be with you, too.
Baylor: And I don't want to have a job.
Me: Oh. Why, sweetie?
Baylor: (sweetly explaining) Because then I would have to be away from you!
Me: Ah, I see. Well, what if I have a job?
Baylor: (excitedly) Well ... we could work at the same place!
(Side note: Honestly, I'd be worried if I didn't know that some day he'll not want to hang around me much at all. I have to store all these sweet things up now to fortify me in the years to come.)