I ate your head. It all gone.

(Claire puts on her pants all by herself.)
Claire: I a big girl.


Claire (to Alex): I ate your head. It all gone.

Claire (to Daddy): Uh eat your head. Uh eat your eye.
(Claire eats Daddy’s eye.)


Alex (to Claire): I’m gonna throw the TV at you and bonk you in the head.
Alex (pretending to throw something): Bonk!


Claire: You play with me, Daddy? Play with me?
Daddy: Yeah, we’re all gonna play together.
Claire: Yayyy! Play together!


Alex (to Daddy): When I’m a daddy, I can sleep in your bed!


Claire: Uh other cars and trains and Doc and Stickers and ‘Igi.


(Daddy takes Alex and Claire for a ride in the car to “look at things”.)

(Daddy approaches a red light.)
Claire: Wait, turn green. Wait, turn green.
(The light turns green.)
Claire: Green now!

Claire: Look! Dere it is!
Daddy: Did you see a green building, Claire?
Claire: Dat green! I see it!

Claire: Dig dig dig dig dig dig dig! Daddy.

(Daddy pulls the car up to a construction site, in front of a sign that says “Road Closed”.)
Alex: Does that say: “Just. Men. Have. To build. In there. No. Cars. Driving. In there.” Does that sign say that?

Claire: ‘Nuh train. Choo, choo! Say – ride on train – “choo choo!”

Alex: You can tiptoe in the forest. Can’t you.
Daddy: Yeah.

Alex: I drive this way when I go to my Target.


(Alex and Claire are coloring.)

Claire: Look Mommy Daddy! Look Mommy Daddy! Look! I made bath.

Alex: I made another picture of a pig, and there is a lizard, and you see that, and, uh, there’s the bathtub, and there’s the toy that I was putting on it, and you see that, the ship, the big ship that Daddy wants, going on, it’s, it’s – the pool, here’s the pool right over here, and I was swimming that inside the pool and then, Daddy was running over toward the moon, I saw it.


(lunch time)

(Claire finishes her lunch.)
Claire: I ate pasta, Daddy.
Daddy: Yeah?
Claire: I ate carrots and orange and pasta, Daddy.
Daddy: Good job.

Daddy (to Alex): Go ahead and eat your pasta, Bud.
Alex: Go a—go ahead and eat your computer, Bud.


(Alex twists his arm.)
Alex: When your arm does that -- and it hurts... does -- does your bone break?


(dinner)

(Claire hears a noise.)
Claire: Dat Mommy?
Daddy: Mommy’s upstairs.
Claire (sadly): Oh. Uh Mommy. Uh Mommy eat my head.