I choose no squirting me. That's my choice.

(Daddy builds an Alex face on the beach. A wave comes and washes it away.)
Alex: Oh! Poor Alex! He died.


(Alex is playing in the pool with Aunt Sheridan and his cousins.)
Alex: I choose no squirting me. That’s my choice.


(Claire and Alex have gone to bed, in the same room. Claire is talking a lot, which bothers Alex.)

Alex (to Claire): All my cousins when they gave me hugs, they told me to sleep well, so, I’m taking’ a rest for Daddy.

Claire: I need something.
Claire: I need something.
Alex: What do you need? Oh, Claire.
(Alex lets out an exasperated sigh.)
Alex: I’m tired of this. I’m done.

Claire: I need something.
Claire: I need something.
Claire: I need something.
Claire: I need something.
Claire: I need something.
Claire: I need something.
Claire: I need something, Ah-yah.
Claire: I need something, Ah-yah.
Claire: I need something, Ah-yah.
Claire: I need something, Ah-yah.
Claire: I need something, Ah-yah.

(About twenty minutes later: both kids have been quiet for a while.)
Alex: What did you need before, Claire?
Alex: What did you need before, Claire?
Alex: Can you tell me, please? What did you need before?
Alex: What did you need before, Claire?