Pop!! Pop!! Pop!! Pop!! Pop!! Pop!! Pop!! Pop!! Pop!! Pop!! Pop!! Pop!! Pop!!

(After the rain, Claire looks out the window.)
Claire: Garden all wet.


(dinner time)

Mommy: Who wants barbecue sauce?
Claire: Me!
Alex: Me!
Claire: Me!
Alex: Me!
Claire: Me!
Alex: Me!
Claire: Me!
Alex: Me!
Claire: Noooo, meee!
Alex: Noooo, meee!
Claire: Noooo, meee!
Alex: Noooo, meee!
Claire: Meeeeee! Meeeeee!
Daddy: Okay Claire, you can have barbecue sauce.
Mommy: You both can.
Alex: I want barbecue sauce.
Daddy: You can have some too.

Claire: I’m a boat, Mommy.
Mommy: You’re a bug?
Claire: I’m a boat.
Mommy: You’re a boat?
Claire: Yeah.
(Claire rolls her eyes up and wobbles her head around.)
Mommy: Okay.

(Alex is waiting for the toast to pop up.)
Alex (loudly): Pop!! Pop!! Pop!! Pop!! Pop!! Pop!! Pop!! Pop!! Pop!! Pop!! Pop!! Pop!! Pop!!
Mommy: Okay, okay okay okay okay okay.
Alex: It’s not gonna pop. It’s not gonna pop.
Mommy: It will pop, in just a few minutes.
Alex: Pop!
Mommy: Does anybody want some more nuggets?
Claire: Yeah.
Mommy: You have some, Claire.
(The toast pops.)
Alex: It popped!
(Alex claps.)


(bath time)

Daddy (singing): And so what? I’m still a rock star!
Alex (singing): I got my rock moves!
(Daddy laughs.)

(Daddy tests Alex’s knowledge of the rest of the song.)
Daddy (singing): Na na na na na na na...
Alex: I’m gonna start a fight!