Okay, then I show Mommy my pretty, pretty, jacket.

(Daddy wakes up Claire.)
Daddy: Good morning, sweetheart.
Claire: I like my blanket.
Daddy: Oh good!
Claire: It keep my – me nice and warm.

(Daddy dresses Claire.)
Claire: Uh show Mommy.
Daddy: Well first we have to go wake up Alex.
Claire: Okay, then I show Mommy my pretty, pretty, jacket.

(Alex is picking a show.)
Claire: Mommy?
Mommy: Yeah?
Claire: I pick uh show a-morra.
Mommy: You pick a show tomorrow, that’s right.


Mommy: What did you have for lunch?
Alex: Grabbioli, and carrots and peas. The carrots were in the peas.


Alex: I ate your cookie.
Claire: Don’t eat my cookie.
Alex: Aah.
Claire: I eat your cookie! Wah!
Alex: I’m gonna eat my cookie! You cannot eat my cookie now. You cannot eat it.
Claire: I ate it.
Alex: No I ate it.
Claire: No I ate it.
Alex: No I ate it.
Claire: No I ate it.
Alex: No I ate it.
Claire: No I ate it.
Alex: No I ate it.
Claire: No you ate it.
(Pause.)
Alex: Yeah!


Alex: Jokes are like this: Why do chickens fall down the slide?
Daddy: I don’t know, why do chickens fall down the slide?
Alex: Because he bumped his head!


(Daddy, Mommy, Alex, and Claire are going to pick up Mommy’s car from the mechanic.)
Claire: Now we go do errand.
Daddy: Now we go do an errand?
Claire: Yeah. After Mommy car.
Daddy: After Mommy's car?
Claire: No, after 'chanic.
Daddy: After the mechanic, yeah.
Claire: Yeah.


(dinner)

Alex: Aah!
Claire: Why you say “aah!”?
Alex: I just wanted to.
(Pause.)
Claire: Aah!
Alex: Why’d you say that?
Claire: I decide to – I just, I just want to.
Alex: Let’s not do that.
Claire: Okay.

Alex’s carrot: Hi.
Claire’s carrot: Hi.
Alex’s carrot: Let’s go for a walk.
Claire: ‘Kay.
Alex’s and Claire’s carrots (in unison, as they fly above Alex’s and Claire’s heads and descend into their mouths): Whooooaaaa!
(Alex and Claire laugh, then pick up more carrots.)
Alex’s carrot: Hi.
Claire’s carrot: Hi.
Alex’s carrot: Let’s go for a walk.
Claire: ‘Kay.
Alex’s and Claire’s carrots (in unison, as they fly above Alex’s and Claire’s heads and descend into their mouths): Whooooaaaa!

Claire: Now me want some more. I need some one more. May I have more pasta please, Daddy, and more carrots and more grapes?

(Claire burps.)
Alex: Say “excuse me”.
Claire: Ah-koos me.
Alex: Good job, Claire. Now you can have a ticket.
(Alex hands Claire an imaginary ticket, which she takes.)
Alex: Now eat it.
(Claire eats it.)
(Alex fake cries and complains. Claire laughs.)

Alex: Now you do it to me.
Claire: Here you go, a ticket.
(Alex pretends to eat the pretend ticket.)
Claire (in a gruff voice): Don’t eat your ticket!