Ah-yah don't like the beach.

(Alex and Claire are eating breakfast with Mommy and Daddy. Everyone else is sleeping.)

Claire: I don’t like the beach.
Claire (to Daddy): You don’t like the beach.
Daddy: I don’t like the beach?
Claire: You don’t like the beach. Ah-yah don’t like the beach. Mommy, Daddy, Ah-yah.

Claire (to Alex): You don’t like the beach.
Alex: I like the beach.
Claire: No.
Alex: Yeah!
Claire: No!
Alex: Yeah!
Claire: No!
Alex: Yeah!
Claire: No!
Alex: Yeah!
Claire: No!
Alex: Yeah!
Claire: No!
Alex: Yeah!
Claire: No!
Alex: Yeah!
Mommy: Shhhhhh!! People are sleeping. They don’t want to hear that.
(Pause.)
Claire (to Daddy, grinning): Ah-yah don’t like the beach.

Alex: Mommy, will you tell Claire I like the beach?

Claire: Where is Kirk? Where is Kirk?


(Claire is picking up seashells on the beach.)

Claire: I finding shells!

Claire: Look, Daddy!

Claire: You like this one, Daddy?

Claire: Another one!

Claire: I like shells!

(Daddy picks up a shell.)
Claire (admiringly): Wow!!
Daddy: I find one too!
Claire: Yay!

Claire: Uh show Grandma.

Claire: Lot and lot of shells.

Claire: Put in my bucket.


(Claire talks about going to the pool.)
Claire: Uh get squirted and I be sad.


(A wave messes up something Alex is building in the sand.)
Alex: Oh no! Time out, water!


(Alex is eating dinner after cleaning up from playing in the ocean.)
Alex: I feel really good, Daddy.

Mommy: I wanna know what your favorite thing was, at the beach.
Alex: Um, my favorite thing was when I was, going in the ocean, with Daddy!


(Alex and Claire are in bed.)

Claire: Is there something in your nose?
Alex: What?
Claire: Something in your nose?
Alex: No.
Claire: Is there something in your nose?
Alex: No.
Claire: Is there something in Daddy nose?
Claire: Is there something in Daddy nose?
Alex: No.
Claire: Is there something in my mommy nose?
Alex: No.
Claire: Why?
Alex: Because they – we got all the crusties out already.

Alex: Can I tell you something? Can you not talk to me anymore?
Claire: Dadadadadadada. Adadada. Adadada. Adadada.
(Claire continues to babble.)

Alex (to Claire): Can you not talk to me, okay? Can you not talk to me? Claire, can you not talk to me?
Alex: I’m not gonna play with you after nap.
Claire (upset): Uh play with you!
Claire (increasingly upset, and increasingly faster): Uh play with you! Uh play with you! Uh play with you! Uh play with you! Uh play with you! Uh play with you! Uh play with you!
(Pause.)
Claire: Uh play with you.
Alex: I’m not.
Claire: Uh play with you!
Alex: I’m not.
Claire: Uh play with you!
Alex: I’m not.
Claire: Please?
Alex: No.
Claire: Please?
Alex: No.
Claire: Please?
Alex: No.
Claire: Please?
(Pause.)
Claire: Please?
(Pause.)
Claire: Please?
(Pause.)
Claire: Please?
Claire: Please?
Claire: Please?
Claire: Please?
Claire: Please?
Claire: Please?
Claire: Please?
Claire: Please?
(Pause.)
Claire: Please?
(Extended silence.)
(Claire begins talking to herself.)


Alex (rapid fire): Mommy? Mommy? Mommy? Mommy? Mommy? Mommy? Mommy? Mommy? Mommy? Mommy? Mommy?
Mommy (coming into the bedroom): What?
Alex: Can you get the tissues if I need them?
Mommy: Yeah.
Alex: Okay.
(Mommy gets the tissues for Alex.)
Mommy: Here you go, buddy. Where do you want them. Over here?
Claire (fussing): I don’t want them!
Alex: You don’t need them, Claire, it’s okay, you don’t have to have them.


(Claire says something quietly to Alex.)
Alex: You ate the fan?
Claire: Yeah.
Alex: I don’t know what that means.
Claire: I ate the fan.
Claire (singsong): I ate the fan. I ate the fan.
Claire (singsong): I ate the fan. I ate the fan. I ate the fan. I ate the fan. I ate the fan. I ate the fan.
Claire (loudly): I – ate – the – fan! I put it in the oven!


Alex: Mommy?
Mommy (shouting from the living room): What?
Alex: Mommy?
Mommy: What?
Alex: Mommy?
Mommy: What?
Alex: Claire was not in her bed, but now she is.
Mommy: Okay.