Worms.

(Claire finds Daddy’s shoe.)
Claire: Daddy. Dirty shoe.

(Daddy puts Claire’s shoes on her.)

Claire: There socks.
Daddy: What do you need Claire?
Claire: Oh there socks.

Claire: Uh sit on stool.


(Alex, Claire, and Daddy head out of the house for school.)
Alex: You're not going, Grommie.
Claire: Not going, Grommie. Stay here. Wait. Me.


(in the car)
Claire: Truck! Big truck.


(On the way home from the store, Daddy and Claire stop the car to admire a family of ducks in the grass beside the Wal-Mart parking lot.)

Claire: Flew away, flew away, baby ducks. Flew away.

Claire (referring to the baby ducks): Uh going? Uh going?

Claire: Big truck! Big. Big. Big. Big.
Daddy: Yeah.
Claire: Uh baby truck. Uh baby. Uh baby truck. Uh baby.
Claire: Uh baby truck.

Daddy: Hi duck!
Claire: Hi duck. Uh talk to me. Uh talk to me.
Daddy: You want them to talk to you?
Claire: Yeah.

Claire: Uh talk to me. Daddy? Uh talk to me.
Daddy: You want them to talk to you?
Claire: Yeah.
Daddy: Well ducks don't talk.
Claire: Why?
Daddy: They just don't. They quack.
Claire: Uh going? Uh ducks going?

Claire: Uh going?
Daddy: You wanna go see?
Claire: Yeah. Uh see. Oh there ducks.
Claire: Oh big duck. Eat. In grass.

Daddy: What's that duck doing?
Claire: Uh running around. Look at things.
Daddy: He's running around looking at things?
Claire: Yeah.

Daddy: What's he lookin’ at?
Claire: Worms.
Daddy: What do you think he's looking for?
Claire: A worm.
Daddy: Worm?
Claire: Yeah.

Claire: Bye, duck.
Daddy: Bye, duck.
Claire: See you later.

Daddy: Okay, let's go home and get some lunch.
Claire: No, uh bookstore.
Daddy: What?
Claire: Bookstore.
Daddy: Bookstore?
Claire: Yeah.
Daddy: Oh we’re not going to the bookstore, sweetie.


(Lunch time. Mommy comes home.)

Claire: Mommy!
Mommy: Hi!
Claire: Uh eating uh toast.

Daddy: Tell Mommy what we saw.
Claire: Uh…duck.
Mommy: A duck?
Claire: Yeah.
Mommy: Where'd you see a duck?
Claire: In the grass.

Mommy (to Daddy): I need to show you what Alex made me.
(Mommy walks off to get it.)
Alex: It was a tree and a butterfly.


(getting ready for nap)
Alex: Daddy, tell the dreams to be about food. In my brain.


Claire (pointing at something in the corner): Uh! Futterfly!
Mommy (unhappily): It's called a dust bunny.
Claire: Oh.
Claire (pointing at it again): Bunny!