Uhhhh.

Alex (to Claire): Buses don’t fly, they drive. Airplanes fly.
Alex: Can the bus say, “These are cool airplanes”?
Claire (playing with the bus): These are cool airplanes.


(Alex is putting on his shirt.)
Claire: What’s – what’s on your shirt, Alex?
Alex: You’ll have to wait and see. What’s on it.
Claire: Okay.
Claire: There’s some words and dog!


(driving around looking at things)

Alex: I see apartments.
Daddy: Yeah.
Alex: So people can live that don’t have houses.

Alex: Uhhhh.
(Alex repeats this a few times.)
Alex: Did I do that four times?
Daddy: I don’t know.
Alex: Did I?
Daddy: I wasn’t counting.
Alex: Can you count this time?
Daddy: Yeah.
Alex: Uhhhh.
(Pause.)
Alex: Count.
Daddy: One.
Alex: Uhhhh.
Daddy: Two.
Alex: Uhhhh.
Daddy: Three
Alex: Uhhhh.
Daddy: Four.
Alex: Uhhhh.
Daddy: Five.
Alex: Uhhhh.
Daddy: Six.
Alex: Uhhhh.
Daddy: Seven.
Alex: Uhhhh.
Daddy: Eight.
Alex: Uhhhh.
Daddy: Nine.
Alex: Uhhhh.
Daddy: Ten.
Alex: Uhhhh.
Daddy: Eleven.
Alex: Uhhhh.
Daddy: Twelve.
Claire (grinning): Twelve.
Alex: Uhhhh.
Daddy: Thirteen.
Claire (grinning): Thirteen.
Alex: Uhhhh.
Daddy: Fourteen.
Claire (grinning): Fourteen.
Alex: Uhhhh.
Daddy: Fifteen.
Claire (grinning): Eighteen.
Alex: Uhhhh.
Daddy: Sixteen.
Claire (grinning): Eighteen.
Alex: Uhhhh.
Daddy: Seventeen.
Claire (grinning): Seventeen.
Alex: Uhhhh.
Daddy: Eighteen.
Claire (grinning): Eighteen.
Alex: Uhhhh.
Daddy: Nineteen.
Claire (grinning): Nineteen.
Alex: Uhhhh.
Daddy: Twenty.
Claire: Twenty.
Alex: Uhhhh.
Daddy: Twenty-one.
Claire: Twenty-one.
Alex: Uhhhh.
Daddy: Twenty-two.
Claire: Twenty-two.
Alex: Uhhhh.
Daddy: Twenty-three.
Claire: Twenty-three.
Alex: Uhhhh.
Daddy: Twenty-four.
Claire: Twenty-four.
Alex: Uhhhh.
Daddy: Twenty-five.
Claire: Twenty-five.
Alex: Uhhhh.
Daddy: Twenty-six.
Claire: Twenty-six.
Alex: How many did I do?
Daddy: Twenty-six.


Alex: Where’s Mommy?
Daddy: She’s taking a shower.
Alex: Why is she taking a shower?
Daddy: So she can get clean.
Alex: I didn’t see her getting dirty.
Daddy: Well, she got dirty.
Alex: Why did she get dirty?
Daddy: I don’t know.


(Claire is throwing a tantrum before nap, as usual.)
Alex: Claire likes to whine. She whines every day.


Alex (to Mommy, out of the blue): I just need to get one more muscle and then I’ll be like Daddy?


Mommy: Does anybody want snack?
Alex: Somebody does. It’s Alex.


(Alex is watching football with Daddy.)
Alex: Will my name be Alex when I’m older, and I can play football?


(Daddy picks up his chicken sandwich.)
Claire: It have – it have chicken.
Daddy: Mmmm.
Claire: It crunchy.