Five comes after four, Mommy. You know that.

(Claire is throwing Mallory around the kitchen.)
Claire: I’m throwing Mowry, Daddy.
Daddy: I see that, yeah.
(Claire throws Mallory again.)
Claire: Daddy, I’m throwing Mallory.


(dinner)

Daddy: Claire, if you could have dinner with any three people in the whole world, who would they be?
Claire: Ferghetti.
Daddy: Spaghetti? Alex, how about you?
Alex: Um, Grandpa, and Uncle Doug, and, um… um… Daddy.
Daddy: Aw, thanks.
Alex: Just mans!

Alex: Five comes after four, Mommy. You know that.

(Claire shakes her spoon, while making a high-pitched squeak that sounds a lot like the famous Psycho music.)
Daddy: Claire, have you seen Psycho?
Claire: No.
(Claire makes the noise again.)


Alex: Look, Daddy, I can wink.
(Alex squints his eyes.)