Claire: May you help me get down please, Daddy?
Claire: I move this chair. It really in the way.
Alex (to Claire): You don't wanna go to school, Claire?
Claire: Yeah.
Alex: You want to play with your cow?
Claire: Yeah.
Alex: But we have to, we learn lotsa new things there.
(Pause.)
Alex: And it makes you smart!
(snack time)
Alex: Is it my birthday today?
Mommy: Nn-nn.
Alex: Why?
Mommy: Remember your birthday is after Thanksgiving.
Alex: Oh.
Daddy: How do you know Mommy's a girl?
Alex: By the signs of the 'Nited States.
Mommy: By the signs of the United States?
Alex: Yeah.
Mommy: What does that mean?
Alex: Jet planes.
Daddy: Alex, is Daddy a boy or a girl?
Alex: Girl.
Daddy: How can you tell I'm a girl?
Alex: Boy.
Daddy: How can you tell I'm a boy?
Alex: Jet planes.
(Claire and Mommy are playing "BJ!" on the sofa.)
Alex (to Daddy): Can you get me down? So I can play the game with Mommy and Claire?
Claire (to Mommy): I don't want Alex to play.
(dinner)
Alex (referring to his beef Stroganoff): I don’t like this.
Daddy: Did you taste it?
(Alex touches it.)
Alex: I touched it and then saw I didn't like it.
Mommy: May I have your pasta, Alex?
Alex: Uh, no, I -- I wanna put it in the sink after dinner.
(Alex, Claire, Daddy, and Grandma are getting ready to go for a walk.)
Alex: Let's go for a walk with Daddy!
Claire: Let's go for a walk with Daddy!
Daddy: Let's go for a walk with Daddy!
Alex: Not too long and get lost!
Grandma: I don't wanna get lost.
Alex: Daddy does that when he walks.
Claire (pointing at a Halloween decoration): That the moon!
Claire: A cat on that moon! That orange moon!
Claire: Bye bye cat! Bye bye cat!
(Claire sees a car of the same model and color as Mommy’s.)
Claire: That like Mommy’s car. That someone else's car.
Daddy: I like going for walks.
Claire: Yeah I like going for walks too!
(Claire and Alex play at the picnic tables under the trees. There is a big picnic table and a little picnic table.)
Claire: C’mon, you are big! You can sit on this big one!
Daddy: Okay.
Claire: I little, I sit on this one.
Claire: We’re over here, Alex! Whoa!
Alex: What are you doing?
Claire: I just sitting. I'm tired.
Alex (touching a leaf on a tree trunk): Will this make you itch?
Alex: Can we get a rocket ship and fly up to the moon?
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