Mommy, you’re the best friend, I say.

(snack time)

Alex (whimpering): I don’t want this paper towel.
Mommy: Well then you can just leave it on the counter.
Alex (whimpering): I don’t want to leave it. I wanna hide it.

(Claire is looking at the little Christmas tree.)
Claire: Tree. Tree.
Claire: Daddy?! Daddy?!
Daddy: Yes, Claire.
Claire (pointing to the little Christmas tree): Tree.
(Claire looks toward the big Christmas tree in the other room.)
Claire: Tree. Tree.
(Claire looks at the little Christmas tree again.)
Claire: Tree. Tree.
Alex: You just said that tree.
Claire: Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.
Claire: Oh! Oh. Oh.
Claire: Daddy? Oh.
Daddy: Are you saying “oh”?
Claire: Tree!
Daddy: Yes Claire?
Claire (pointing at an ornament): Diss.
Daddy: Star.
Claire: Daddy?
Claire (pointing at another ornament): This.
Daddy: Angel.
Claire (looking at a book): Book. Book. Book.


(Alex is sad and whiny.)
Mommy: What’s wrong?
Alex: I wanna go.
Mommy: You wanna go. Go where?
Alex: With you to the doctor.
Mommy: What’s wrong Alex, why are you so whiny today?
Alex: I wanna go with you to the doctor.
Mommy: Really? Isn’t it boring?
Mommy: Mommy doesn’t like it when you go to the doctor and run around.
Alex: I wanna go then I not gonna run around.
Mommy: I thought you were gonna eat that yogurt. You told me you weren’t gonna waste it.
Alex: I wanna get down and go to the doctor and not run.


(Daddy is making Flying Scotsman fly.)
Daddy: He went straight up into the air!
Alex: He puffs, Daddy.
Daddy: He puffed straight up into the air!
Alex: No! He puffs on the ground!


(The sound of a wheel spinning in the snow is heard in the distance.)
Alex: What was that?
Daddy: Someone's stuck.
Alex: Why? Why are they stuck?
Daddy: They got stuck in the snow.
Alex: Someone needs to dig it out. Their wheel.


Alex: Daddy I can’t get up here because I have a different pants on.


Alex: That's all about the song, that's the end!


(dinner time)

Alex: Uh – I’m really messy, Daddy. I need a napkin.
(Daddy hands his own napkin to Alex.)
Alex: Thank you.
Alex: You can have your napkin back, Daddy.
(Alex returns Daddy’s napkin, all balled up and thoroughly coated in pasta sauce.)
Daddy: Thank you, Alex.

Claire: I see. I see.
Claire: A hat!
Alex (in his silly voice): We don’t wear hats in boxes.

Alex: May you take that bagel, Mommy?
Mommy: What?
Alex: Take that bagel.
Mommy: Basil? You want me to take the basil away?
Alex: Yeah.

Alex: I like sauce on the pasta. I like it when it has sauce on it.
Daddy: Oh yeah?
Alex: That has sauce on it.
Daddy: Oh good.
Alex: There’s sauce on that napkin.

(Claire coughs.)
Claire: Uh coughed.
Daddy: That’s right, you coughed!
(Claire coughs.)
Claire: Uh cough.

Alex: Why is Claire down? From Mommy’s lap?
Daddy: Um, I think she was being… a bother.
Alex: So I’m not bothering Mommy or Daddy or Grommie. Or Claire.
Daddy: Good.
Alex: I’m just being nice.

(Grommie wanders off.)
Alex: Where’s that dog going? Where’s that dog going?
Daddy: Does that dog have a name?
Alex: He has a name, name Grommie. His name is Grommie.
Daddy: Oh, okay.
Alex: Where, where’s that – where’s Grommie going?

Claire: Aw Mama.
Claire: Aw Mama.
Claire: Aw Mama.
Claire: Daddy?!
(Daddy looks at Claire.)
Claire: Aw Mama.


(Claire falls and bumps her hand, and cries.)
Claire: Uh ice. Uh ice.


Mommy: Okay, we’re gonna do bathroom stuff.
Claire: Uh brush.
Mommy: Yeah, we’re gonna brush.
Alex: Me!
Daddy: Me!
Claire: Me! Me! Me me me!


Alex: Mommy, you’re the best friend, I say.
Alex: Daddy, you’re the best friend, is, dee dee go go.


Alex: Daddy! Daddy! There's a dinosaur in my pants and there's a dinosaur in my shirt.


Alex: After school, will you pick me up?
Daddy: Yeah.
Alex: You picked me up yesterday.
Daddy: Yeah, but is it okay if Mommy picks you up?
Alex: I like Daddy to pick me up all the time.
Daddy: You like a change of pace.
Alex: I'm the all-the-time boy but you're the first boy.
(Alex laughs.)