That's not yummy at all.

Alex: Come play with me, Daddy.


Alex: The - the dosh scratched my leg.
Daddy: Josh scratched your leg?
Alex: The dosh. What’s that called?
Daddy: A gash.
Alex: The gash scratched my leg.


Alex (to Daddy): I’m gonna have a party at my school. You can’t go.
Daddy: Can I go?
Alex: No. I don’t want you.
(Daddy cries.)
Alex (laughing): Sorry.
(Daddy cries.)
Alex: Okay, you can go.


(in the playroom)
Alex: I don't want the sun in here.


(In the kitchen, sunbeams on the wall form two sets of long thin rectangles lined up end to end.)

Alex: A train. A train. A train pulling coaches and another one pulling coaches.

Alex: I can see Thomas right by Emily.
Daddy: Is that Emily? And that's Thomas?
Alex: He has a kern on the side right by his coaches. On the purny kerny train. Um, Emily has two coaches but Thomas is puffing away from here, puffing down there. Away. From my foot.


Alex: That's not yummy at all.


Alex: You want some ice, Grommie?


Alex: Tsh. We're at school. I'm Ian. I tsh like that. Tsh.
Daddy: And who am I?
Alex: You’re Alex.
Daddy: Okay.
Alex: Tsh.


Alex: Let's see if they still have corn to play in.


Alex: Oh no, we don't stand on toys, right?
Daddy: That’s right.
(Pause.)
Alex: We don't touch this ball, right?
Daddy: That’s right.


Alex: I need to poop.
Daddy: Oh, okay, go sit on the potty.
Alex: I have a big poop. Wanna see?
Daddy: Yeah.
Alex: I don't like poops.
Daddy: You don't like them?
Alex: They're scary.


(brushing teeth)
Alex: Maybe I don't need to spit.
Daddy: Okay.
Alex: Maybe next time. Maybe after nap.
Daddy: Okay.
Alex: Maybe I can cry if I want to.
Daddy: Okay.
Alex: Maybe I can cry for Mommy and Daddy.
Daddy: Okay.
Alex: You can say yes.
Daddy: Okay.


Alex (spinning around): I'm spinning around.