Alex.

Alex: I go to work, Daddy, I go to work.


Daddy (to Claire): Can you say “Alex”?
Claire (pointing at Alex): Alex.
Daddy: Yeah!
Daddy (to Alex): She said “Alex”!
Daddy (to Mommy): I think she said “Alex”.
Mommy: I'm almost positive she’s saying “Alex”.
Claire: Alex.

Daddy: Claire’s gonna learn to talk, Alex, and then you can talk to her.
Alex: She’s say “Hi, Alex.”


Daddy: What did you do today, Alex?
Alex: Played with Mommy.
Daddy: You played with Mommy?
Alex: Yeah.
Daddy: What did you play?
Alex: Um, Claire’s new presents.


Daddy: Claire, can you say Mama?
Claire: Mama.

Daddy: Claire, can you say Dada?
Claire: Dada.


(dinner time)

Alex: Thank you, Mommy, thank you for my dinner.

Alex: I want some milk. May I have some milk please?

Daddy (to Alex): Listen to your mother.
(a minute or two later)
Alex: You’re my mother, Mommy?
Mommy: Yes, that's right!
Alex (to Daddy): And you’re my father.
Mommy: That's right! You’re smart.

Alex: Mommy’s my mother and Daddy’s my father. And Grommie’s… my father too.

Mommy (pointing to the shredded parmesan): You know what kind of cheese this is?
Alex: Broccoli.
Mommy: Broccoli cheese, that’s right.

Mommy: Alex, do you know what a baby horse is called?
Alex: I don’t know.
Mommy: It’s called a foal.
Alex: Foal.
Mommy: What’s a baby cow called?
Alex: Um... small.

Mommy: What are the colors of the rainbow, Alex?
Alex: Um, pink, yellow, and green.

Alex: I cried upstairs. I say no to Mommy, I won't come down and snack.

Daddy: Why was Alex mad?
Alex: ‘Cause Mommy went downstairs for snack with Claire. And I was staying upstairs to cry and I want to look out the window and change my diaper and I cried in bed. I just cry.

Mommy: Can I see your eyes? They look brown.
Alex: I can't see them.

Alex: That's a knife ‘cause it’s not for me it’s Mommy and Daddy’s. It’s not for big boys? It’s not for little boys?

Daddy: Alex, if you could have toes for fingers or fingers for toes, which would you choose?
Alex: Um, fingers for toes.
Daddy: Why is that?
Alex: I go in the hole.

Alex: Maybe it won't storm.
Mommy: Maybe it won't.
Alex: Our backyard is very happy.
Mommy: Why is it happy?
Alex: ‘Cause the trees will come and the bushes will come and the flowers will come.