When you have a dream, you're really in your bed.

(breakfast)

Alex: Daddy, some people call storms, by weather. And some people call them just storms.
Daddy: Okay.
Claire: The two flowers were tossed together!

Alex: There's nothing on my plate so I think I wanna be all done.


Alex: When you have a dream, you're really in your bed.


(Claire sees a box of baking ingredients at school.)
Claire: Making stuff! Look, Daddy!


(Claire talks to herself as she washes her hands and walks to the dinner table.)
Claire: Rub it and rub it and rub it and rub it, and wash, and put the soap away, and wipe my hands, and walk, and walk, and walk to my chair.