This is not your food, Grommie.

Claire: I'm gonna take off my diaper.
Daddy: Are you poopy?
Claire: No I'm peed.

Alex: Hey Claire? That pole you had looks like a drummy thing and you could drum on a drum.
Claire: Yeah. That's silly!


Claire: We’re back, Daddy! I played nicely with Callum!
Daddy: Oh, good!
Claire: I cleaned up!

Mommy: What should I make ‘em for dinner?
Claire: Um, chicken nuggets, and applesauce…
Alex: Chicken nuggets, and applesauce, and carrots.
Claire: Carrots… and barbecue sauce.
Mommy: Okay.

Claire: Watch this, Daddy!
Alex: Watch this, Daddy!
(Claire and Alex start running across the kitchen. Alex trips and falls down hard.)
Claire: Sorry, Alex.
Alex (grouchily): No, you didn’t do it, I just fell down, nobody pushed me down.
(Claire tries to kiss his hand.)
Alex (grouchily): No I didn’t hurt my hand. I hurt my knee, Mommy.
Claire: Oh I can kiss it, Alex. I can kiss it.
(Mommy and Claire kiss Alex. Alex bumps his head in the process.)
Mommy (to Alex): Oh, now you hit your head!
Claire: Oh, I’m sorry.

Claire: Watch this, Daddy!
Alex: Watch this, Daddy!
Alex (to Claire): Let’s let’s – let’s run slow.


(dinner)

(Grommie is sniffing around Claire’s tray.)
Claire: This is not your food.
Daddy: You tell him, Claire.
Claire: This is not your food, Grommie.
Alex: We don’t like Grommie.
Alex: But he’s a good dog.
Claire: But we like him.
Alex: We like him sometimes if, he be nice.
Claire: Yeah.
Alex (being silly): Not your food, Claire. My food.
Claire: Yeah my food too.
Alex: No this is my food. On my plate.
Claire: This my plate.
Alex: No this is my food on my plate!
Claire (having trouble talking because she’s laughing): This is my – uh my – food on my plate.
(Claire coughs.)
(Alex coughs.)
(Claire coughs.)
(Alex coughs.)
(Claire coughs.)
(Alex coughs.)
Alex: I don’t like you.
Claire: No I like you!
Alex: I don’t like you!
Claire: I like youuuu!
Alex: I don’t like you!
Claire: I like youuuu!
Alex: I don’t like you!
Claire: I like youuuu!
(Pause.)
Claire: I like you!
(Alex and Claire start playfully making weird guttural noises at each other.)

Alex (pointing to Claire’s monkey cup): Claire, look. He has a runny nose.
Claire: Yeah, him have a runny nose. That’s silly!

Mommy: Kooze me!
Daddy: Why you say dat?
Claire (to Daddy): No!
(Claire points her finger at Daddy and starts making her “squirting” noise.)
Claire: Kuh kuh kuh kuh kuh kuh kuh.

Claire: I’m squirting you!