J, as we pick up some takeout for dinner: “What smells? It smells like someone burped!”
G, musingly: “When a mama has fwee babies, does they aww come from one spewm en one egg, or is dere fwee spewms en fwee eggs?”
J, as we do origami: “This is WILDLY funny.”
G, watching our cat sniff at G’s Easter basket: “Hey Kitty, did you get an Easter tweat from the Easter cat?”
J, as we’re drawing: “Now draw a werewolf coming out of a volcano and eating lava!”
Me: “I don’t know how to draw a werewolf.”
J: “Just draw a wolf and then, you know, add a were.”
G: “Daddy, it’s better to do things that I tell you that you should do.”