Put. A. Way!

(Alex and Claire are watching Diego.)
Claire: Bird. Bird.
Daddy: Bird.
Mommy: Yeah.
Alex: That’s a hawk, Claire.
Claire: Huck.

Rescue Pack: Rescue Pack here! Diego needs something that’ll fly him over the sand dunes!
Rescue Pack: Will a raft fly him over the sand dunes?
Claire: No.
Alex: No.
Rescue Pack: Nope. Will a bicycle fly him over the sand dunes?
Alex: No.
Claire: No.
Rescue Pack: Nah. Will a hot air balloon fly him over the sand dunes?
Claire: No.
Alex: Yes!
Rescue Pack: Yes it will!
Rescue Pack: Now you tell Diego he needs a hot air balloon!
Claire: Umma. Buh-woo.


Alex: I’m pretending to be goss.

Daddy: How do you pretend to be goss?
Alex: Can you pretend to be a horse?


(Alex is making up stories.)
Alex: The daddy came over to the bookstore. Ill make up that story on Tuesday.


(Alex is reading “David Gets In Trouble”. Claire is watching.)
Alex: David’s mom always said “No, David!”
Alex: He's throwing mud in the house. Yuck!
Claire: Mud. Mud.
Alex: Yeah. He's spilling water out the bathtub. He's not listening.
Alex: Come back here, David!
Alex: Be quiet, David!
Alex: Don’t play with your food!
Alex (to Daddy): He has a big head now.
Daddy: Yeah.
Alex: That’s too much, David!
Alex: Go to your room, David!
Alex: Settle down, David!
Alex: No, David!
Alex: Put your toys away, David!
Alex: Not in the house, David!
Alex: He gonna (mumble). What he gonna knock down?
Alex: Uh oh, he did knock down the – vase – basement, Daddy. Basement.
Alex: It wasn't my fault.
Alex: I love you, David.
Alex: The end. Yay!
Claire: Yay!

(Claire is reading “No, David!”)

Claire: Dabid!

Claire: Uh book. Dabid.
Claire: Uh Dabid.
Claire: Put. A. Way!
Claire: Uh bounce. Bed. Bed. Uh bounce. Uh bounce. Bed.


(Alex is carefully examining Daddy’s face.)
Alex (as if talking to himself): What’s this?
(Pause.)
Alex (in mock terror): Aaah! Aaah! Aaah! It has eyes!


(Alex and Claire are playing with blocks.)

Alex: Look Daddy! I made a playground!

Claire: I made! Track!

Alex: Look, Daddy!
Daddy: Neat! What is it?
Alex: That's a machine that flies in the sky!
Daddy: I like it!
Alex: It’s a moomah!

Claire: I made!
(Claire applauds herself.)
Claire: I made!


(Claire is opening and closing the door to the toy microwave.)
Alex: No open again!
Alex: No open again!
Alex: Claire’s open and close, open and close, I don’t like it!


Alex: Daddy burned me.
Mommy: Yeah? That's not nice, Daddy.


Alex: Um, can you tell me another story about the cabinet – I mean, um, Jacob, and Hiccup, and the daddy, and the mommy, went to the grocery store?


(dinner time)
Alex: On – on Tuesday, I didn’t want any milk, so now – on Monday, I want milk.