Here you go, Alex, a baby. A baby feel you better.

(Alex hurts himself. Claire hands him a baby.)
Claire: Here you go, Alex, a baby. A baby feel you better.

(Alex is reading a book to Claire.)
Alex: Oh, you wanna see the phone number?
Alex: 9, 1 1 1.
Alex: Oh, there’s not a fire. Oh there is a fire!
Alex: Well, soon, I’ll go away.


(Daddy is reading a Clifford book to Alex and Claire. Claire interrupts.)
Claire: We go ride the train! It gonna be really fun!


(Daddy helps Claire put on her socks and shoes. Claire helps put on the socks.)
Claire: I did my socks, Mommy! I did my socks!
Mommy: Good job.
Claire: I’m really, really, big. Do my socks.


Mommy: When are you gonna stop growing?
(Pause.)
Alex: I don’t know. When I’m a daddy I’m gonna stop growing.


Claire (to Alex): Say ah-cuse me. You burped.
Alex: Excuse me. I had gas.


(Alex is playing with his balloon.)
Mommy: Don’t pop it, Buddy.
Alex: Don’t pop it, Buddy.
Claire: Don’t pop it, Buddy.
Claire: Don’t pop it – don’t pop it – pop it, Buddy!
Mommy: Alex, I don’t think you should play with it. Play with yours.
Alex: Okay. Don’t pop it, Buddy!
Claire: Don’t pop it, Buddy!


Alex: Woody, do you wanna go to cowboy camp?

Daddy: Woody, do you wanna go to cowboy camp?
Alex: I like saying “cowboy camp”. Cowboy camp!


(dinner)

Alex: Beans?! Why do I have beans?
Mommy: Because you do.
Alex: But I don’t like beans.
Mommy: Well you don’t have to eat them. You can just look at them.
Alex (sounding skeptical): Okay.

Claire: Get your spoon. Not your hand. Your spoon.
Alex: I want it. I wanted to touch it, and see how it is.

Alex: The only thing I don’t like in our dinner, is the beans.
Daddy: Okay.
Alex: But I like the rice, the broccoli, and the fish. And the peaches.

(Daddy takes a bite of his dinner.)
Claire: It have tomatoes. It have fuh-matoes in it.
Daddy: Yeah.
Claire: Yeah. And no carrots.
Alex: It’s a very healthy dinner.

Claire (sounding incredulous): We have chicken fries?!
Mommy: We don’t have chicken fries.

Claire: I like broccoli. I like broccoli. I like broccoli, Mommy.
Mommy: Me too.


(Alex sees a picture on Claire’s wall, with the letter G beside a picture of a giraffe.)
Alex: Guh. Giraffe. Guh. Giraffe.
Alex (confused): G doesn’t start with “giraffe”.

(Daddy puts Alex to bed. Alex says his words, and then Daddy starts to leave.)
Alex: Daddy, can I tell you something?
Daddy: Yeah.
Alex: Tomorrow there’s gonna be other ones. There’s gonna be play X, play – play W, and… play Z.
Daddy: Okay.