Ouch.

(Daddy has a piece of toilet paper on his face due to a shaving cut.)
Claire (staring at the toilet paper): Ouch.


Alex: Claire, you’re really smart. Because you say “thanks” and “thank you”. You’re really smart.
Daddy: You’re really smart too, buddy.
Alex: And so’s Curious George.


(Daddy goes to the McDonald’s drive-through on the way home from picking up Alex and Claire from school.)

Alex: Is this where they have food and coffee?
Daddy: It is.
Alex: Oh. Coffee’s not for boys. Coffee’s not for boys.
Daddy: That’s right.

(A siren can be heard in the distance.)
Alex: I hear a fire engine. Listen to that fire engine.
Daddy: Yeah.
Alex: Where is it coming from?
Daddy: I don’t see it. I can hear it.
Claire: Engine.

Daddy: What food should I get, Alex?
Alex: Um… French fries and a sandwich.
Daddy: Okay.
Daddy: And then what should I do with it?
Alex: You should take it home.
Daddy: And then what should I do with it?
Alex: You should eat it.

(The siren is heard again.)
Claire: Engine. Engine.

(The fire engine had stopped nearby, so Daddy stopped the car so everyone could admire it. Finally, Daddy drives away.)
Alex: Bye bye, fire engine.
Daddy: Bye bye.
Alex: I'm talking like Claire.
Claire: Uh engine.

Alex (to Daddy): I'm happy because Daddy picked me up.

Alex: I saw a car and it drived too really fast. You have to be careful on the road. That's what I told my daddy.


(Back at home, Daddy is eating his lunch.)

Alex: May I have – may I buy a french fry please?
Daddy: You wanna buy one?
Alex: Yeah, I wanna buy... I wanna buy… this one.

Alex: I like french fries. I like french fries, Daddy.
Daddy: Yeah?
Alex: Yeah can I eat this one Daddy?
Claire: Uh fry. Uh fry. Uh fry.

Alex: I looove french fries.


(dinner time)

Mommy: Hey munchkins? It’s time to wash your hands.
Alex (running into the kitchen): I wanna go on the stool, I wanna go on the stool, I wanna go on the stool, me, me, me, me me, me, me!


(Daddy is playing music on his laptop.)
Alex: Can you play that one?
Daddy: What?
Alex: The – the moon hit your eye, like a big, big pie?
Daddy: Yeah. I can play that one.


Alex: If you go on the town, I might be sad. I and might want to hide, so I can’t – uh – uh – uh – I might be sad.