I no go to school. I no go to school. I’m sick. I can’t go to school.

Alex’s dinosaur (to Alex’s other dinosaur): Hi Farmer Pickle. Can you put the hay away?
(Alex laughs.)
Claire: You put the hay away? Pickle. Get uh – get uh – get uh the hay away?
(Claire laughs.)

Claire: I no go to school. I no go to school. I’m sick. I can’t go to school.


(Because Claire is sick, she stays home from school, and Daddy works from home.)

Claire: I’m making you some food. To eat in my chair.
Daddy: Good.
Claire: You like milk?
Daddy: Yeah, I like milk.
Claire: Okay.
Claire: And cupcakes?
Daddy: Yeah, I like cupcakes.
Claire: It have chocolate.

Claire: I’m making dinner!
Daddy: Oh good!
Claire: I’m making cupcakes and dinner and ‘mato.

Claire (bringing a cupcake to Daddy): This have chocolate.
Daddy: Oh, thank you!
Claire: You’re welcome.

(A car honks in the distance.)
Claire: I hear a car! I hear a car, Daddy!
Daddy: Yeah!
Claire: It say: “urp!”
(Claire laughs.)

Claire: I gonna go to my grocery stores. Bye-bye, Daddy.
Daddy: You’re gonna go to the grocery store?
Claire: Yeah. I gonna go to two grocery stores.

Claire: I be right back, with my – with me, bring, this, can. I be right back!

Claire: I be right back! Eat your food, Daddy.
Daddy: Okay.
Claire: I be right back!

Claire: I’m home!
Daddy: You’re home!
Claire: I got more food. For you to eat. They lollipop, for microwave.
Claire: This have lot – lotta food, in it! Let’s make it.


(Mommy and Daddy get Alex up from nap.)
Alex: I don’t feel good.
(After further questioning, Alex elaborates by pointing in his mouth.)
Alex: Something’s happening in there.
(Further diagnostic questioning includes, but is not limited to, the following.)
Daddy: Does it itch?
Alex: No, it doesn’t itch.
Daddy: Does it hurt?
Alex: No.
Daddy: Does it feel funny?
Alex: It feels funny.
(Pause.)
Daddy: Is it way in the back of your mouth [Daddy points back in his own mouth] or up here [Daddy points to the front of his mouth] on your lips?
(Alex thinks for a moment.)
Alex: The back. Yucky water’s comin’ up.

Mommy: Did you eat lunch today?
Alex: Ummm…
Alex: Yeah. Just not the lettuce.
Daddy: You didn’t eat the lettuce?
Alex: I don’t like lettuce. It’s hard to chew up for me. It’s hard to chew up.


(Claire reads “Teeth Are Not For Biting” to herself.)
Claire: No biting.
Claire: No biting.
Claire: No biting your finger!
Claire: Get a hug. (Mumble.) Get a hug.
Claire: Don’t fight. Don’t bite.
Claire: Say cheese! Cheese!