Sunday, March 7, 2010

The steak is on the third floor.


Alex: I'm not scared of the front door anymore Daddy, because I'm happy now.


Alex: Look. I'm a elevator. I'm going on the elevator!
(Alex lowers himself to the floor.)


(Daddy is putting Alex to bed at nap time, and asks Alex not to get out of bed during nap.)
Alex: I can't hear you when I'm in bed, when I get outta bed I can hear you. That's why I get out of bed.


(snack time)

Alex (sharing his veggie straws with everyone): I'm sharing with my family.

(Mommy is doing laundry.)
Claire: Uhh help.

(Daddy tells Alex he can't give a veggie straw to Grommie.)
Alex: I'm sharing with just part of my family. Mommy and Claire and Daddy. But not Grommie. Because, it might make him sick, right?
Daddy: Right.

Claire (giving Daddy a veggie straw): Uh fry. Daddy. Fry. Fry.

Alex: Thanks Claire, you're sharing with my -- with -- with your family!


(dinner time)

Alex: Can you get me honey mustard, I need sauce, you forgot to make me some.
Mommy (pointing to the barbecue sauce on his plate): There's barbecue sauce.
Alex (laughing): Oh! It's up there.

Alex: It's on the third floor, the steak is on the third floor, ‘kay?
Daddy: What?
Alex: The steak is on the third floor.
(Daddy gives Alex a funny look. Alex laughs.)
Alex: The steak is on the third floor.
(Daddy gives Alex a funny look. Alex laughs.)
Alex: The steak is on the third floor.
(Daddy gives Alex a funny look. Alex laughs.)
Alex: The steak is on the third floor. The steak is on the third floor.
Daddy: Alex, what are you talkin’ about?
Alex: The steak is on the third floor. The steak is on the third floor.
(Alex laughs.)
Mommy: Alex, did you try your potatoes?
Alex: No, I'm playing a game with Daddy.

Mommy (to Claire): We need to go upstairs, Claire.
Claire: Upstairs. Teeth.
Mommy: Because it's bath night.
Claire: Oh, ready. Bath.


Claire (to Daddy, proudly): Ah medicine. Ah medicine.
Daddy: Did you take your medicine?!
Claire: Ah medicine. Mommy.


(After bath, Daddy dries Alex’s hair with a towel.)
Alex: Why do you have to give me a towel every time? Like that.

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