Santa likes me.

Claire: I smell coffee!
Daddy: You smell coffee?
Claire: Yeah.
Mommy: I do too.
Claire: That’s yucky!

Alex: Can we play soccer outside today?
Daddy: Oh, that would be fun, but we can’t, ‘cause there’s snow.
Alex: How ‘bout do snow things?
Daddy: Yeah, we’ll do snow things.


Claire: No, Grommie! That’s Alex’s.

Alex: I’m fixing Farmer Pickles’s barn.


Claire (sternly): Grommie shouldn’t get snow in the house! Snow have to be outside!

(Grommie is playing with his new Nylabone.)
Claire: Go, go go go! Go, be crazy! Eat it!
Claire: (Mumble) bite it! Bite it! Bite it!


Claire: I really did opened it! I opened it, Daddy!
Daddy: You did?
Claire: Yeah, by myself!
Mommy: Good job.


Molly: I’m pulling some cupcakes, for boys and kids, and, ice cream.


Alex (to Claire): Don’t eat in my face! She’s eating in my face! Don’t eat in people’s faces.
Mommy: I don’t think she’s doing anything.
Alex: She’s chewing in my face.


(Alex is playing with Buzz Lightyear.)
Alex: Watch this, Claire. His helmet closes.
Claire: Can I do that?
Alex: Yeah. I share Buzz Lightyears.
(Pause.)
Alex: Santa likes me.

(Alex measures something with his new measuring tape.)
Alex: That's seven. It’s seven, Daddy!
Claire: So we can wake up from nap!


(From inside, Claire looks and looks for the snowman in the yard that Alex and Daddy just built. Then she sees it, followed by a sharp intake of breath.)
Claire (laughing): That’s a snowman!


Alex (to Claire): How does the floor be?
Daddy: How does the floor be?
Alex (not listening to Daddy, still talking to Claire): How can the floor just be?


Alex: I’m gonna make rules, Claire! You cannot play with me any day! You can play with Mommy, or Daddy! That’s my rule.


(dinner)

Alex: Claire, you’re a tool.
Claire: No, you’re a tool.
Alex: Mommy?
Mommy: Yes?
Alex: Why was Daddy a tool?
(Mommy cracks up.)
Alex: Say “I don’t know.”
Mommy: I don’t know.
Alex: A floppy nucky came by!

(Daddy scratches his ear.)
Claire: Don’t put something in your ear!

Alex: What went in your ear?
Daddy: I scratched my ear with my finger.
Claire: ‘Cause, nobody puts your finger in your ear!

Alex: Mommy, you have eyebrows on your shirt!
Mommy: You have goofiness in your… body.
Alex: What’s goofiness?
Mommy: Silliness.
Daddy: And Claire, you have a wonderful disposition.
Claire: No.
Mommy: That about sums it up.