Yeah, they don’t have to do anything!

Alex: I wanna get my name so I can get a job. I could be snack helper or calendar helper or door holder, or something.

(Alex lists all the jobs the kids do at school.)
Daddy: Wow, you guys help your teachers out a lot, with all those jobs!
Alex: Yeah, they don’t have to do anything!


(Snack. Claire is eating tube yogurt squeezed into a bowl.)
Claire: That’s a snake!
Daddy: That’s a snake?
Claire: Yeah, yogurt is a snake.
Daddy: You’re cute.
(Claire eats a bite of yogurt.)
Claire: No more snake!


(Daddy is taking some Advil.)
Alex: When I’m a daddy, I can have that medicine.
Daddy: I hope you won’t need to take it, because you only take it when your head hurts, and I don’t want your head to hurt.
Alex: Well, when I’m a grownup, and my boy and my girl won’t listen, it’ll give me a headache, and make my head hurt, and that’s when I’ll get medicine.


(dinner)

Claire (talking to herself in a deep voice): You don’t like pasta, Claire.
Claire (responding to herself in a high-pitched voice): Yes, I like pasta.

Daddy: Sometimes daddies don’t want to throw chocolate.
Alex: Yeah, but they can throw rocks.

Claire: Who’s on the sauce?
Daddy: Who’s on the sauce?
Claire: Yeah.
Daddy: It’s Paul Newman.
Claire: Who’s he looking at?
Daddy: He’s looking at you.
Claire: No!