(While they were playing pretend in the backseat ...)
Baylor: Okay, I'm Santa and here I go down the chimney!
Amalia: And I am Mrs. Claus! I will help with the presents!
Baylor: Yeah, you tell me who gets which presents!
Amalia: (smiling) Sure.
Baylor: Okay, who lives here?
Amalia: There is one kid.
Baylor: And what does he want?
Amalia: She wants ...
Amalia: She wants ... either a Bobo teddy bear or a doctor kit.
Baylor: Hmm, I think I will give her the Bobo teddy bear. Anyone else?
Amalia: Yes, there is a baby. You can put stuff in it's stocking.
Baylor: And what about for the mom and dad?
Amalia: Hmm, the mom and dad will get ... frying pans.
Amalia: And underwear!
(While Amalia was playing in the backseat as we waited for her brother to get out of school ...)
Me: Amalia, what are you doing back there?
Amalia: Shhhhh, Mommy! I am looking for ghosts.
Me: (whispering) Oh, okay.
Amalia: I can almost taste one.
Me: (instantly confused) Taste one?
Me: Okay. And what does a ghost taste like?
Amalia: (as if the answer was obvious) Peas and corn.
Amalia: Daddy? Did you know every kiss begins with "K"?
(While we were driving to run some errands ...)
Baylor: Wait, what day is it?
Me: It's the third.
Baylor: Oh no! The Ford Sales Event ends on January 6th!
Baylor: You know? Where you can buy a Ford Focus or a Ford Fusion? I wanna do that. I want to buy one of those.
Me: Well, sweetie, those cost thousands and thousands of dollars. You don't have that much.
Baylor: (in a reassuring voice) But they give you cash back!
(At dinner ...)
Amalia: Uh oh. There is milk on my seat.
Me: Did you spit it out on there?
Amalia: (slowly, much like a detective) I believe so.
(At dinner again ...)
Me: Soooo, I locked myself out of the car today.
Bryson: How'd you do that?
Me: I'm not sure.
Bryson: How'd you get back in?
Me: Ah, the amazing Oma. (my mom)
Baylor: Did she move as fast as sweet sassy molassey?!
Bryson: (laughing) Well how fast is that, buddy?
Baylor: (after thinking for a moment) About 50.