Why? Because I might get cold?

(Everyone is getting in the car.)

Alex: I want you to sit in the fr- the other chair, and Mommy can sit in the driving chair.
Daddy: You want Mommy to sit in the driving chair?
Alex: Yeah, and you can sit in the other front chair.

Alex (looking at the clock): It's almost 30 E.

Claire: You don't go, Grommie.


Mommy: Alex! Do not climb in the freezer.
Alex: Why? Because I might get cold?


(Daddy is scratching an itch.)
Claire: You have mosquito bite?
Daddy: Yeah.
Claire: You want medicine?
Daddy: No thank you.


Alex (to Daddy): I wanna -- I wanna go upstairs with Claire and Mommy and you stay down here.


(Alex sneezes.)
(Pause.)
Alex: Say "bless you".
Daddy: Bless you.
Alex: Thank you.