I’m really excited to give you a popsicle.

Alex: I wanna be just a daddy when I grow up.
Daddy: You do?
Alex: I wanna be my, self.

 
Claire (to Daddy): Is it okay if Alex comes to my soccer?

Alex (to Claire): Well, Claire, um, you’re gonna hafta tell your coach, “Can I have a popsicle for my brother?”

(a little later)
Claire: Hey Daddy? Alex told me that he wants a popsicle from my soccer, so I’m gonna tell my coach that I’m gonna get a popsicle for Alex, okay?
Daddy: Okay.

(a little later)
Claire: Daddy, I’m excited to go to soccer!!
Daddy: Good! Why are you excited?
Claire: You know why – you know – I’m exci – you know – because – I’m excited to get Alex a popsicle!

Alex: Daddy, can you remind Claire at the end of the game, just in case Claire doesn’t remember?
Daddy: Yeah.
Alex: Juuuust in case.

(a little later)
Claire (to Alex): I’m really excited to give you a popsicle.

(lunch time)

Alex: Daddy, can we play a game called the lunch game? ‘Cause it’s not dinner.
Daddy: Yeah.
Claire: But Alex, it’s the dinner game.
(They argue back and forth a bit.)
Alex: Well it’s lunch time, so we have to call it the lunch game.
Claire: We usually call it the dinner game.
Alex (holding up his empty hand): Look, I wrote down on my paper: it says “Lunch game today. Not tomorrow.”
(Claire has no response to this.)

Claire: Hey Alex, I can give you a popsicle.
Alex: Okay.
Claire: Hey Alex, why do you have two of them?
Alex: I don’t know. Because pizzas are yummy. So sometimes you get two things.
Alex: That are each the same.

Claire: Daddy, we need more cheese. We’re almost out of cheese.
Daddy: Oh.
Claire: There’s a little bit more. We’re gonna go back to the store.
Claire (suddenly excited): Daddy! There’s a little bit more, we’re gonna go back to the store, that rhymes!
Daddy: Yeah!

Claire: Daddy, when I come back home, I’m gonna put these pants back on, when we – when we come back after soccer.

Alex: I don’t have to put this on the counter, because it’s actually a paper plate.

Claire: I’m gonna give you a popsicle after soccer, I’m gonna remind, okay?
Alex: Okay.
Claire: I’m gonna remind, myself.

Claire: Will these clips stay in?
Mommy: Yeah.
Claire: When I run, will they stay in?
Mommy: Yeah. Can you sit down?
Claire: But Mommy, if my shoes comes untied, I will go back to Daddy and he can tie it up.
Mommy: Yeah.

Alex: Claire? I’ll give you a sticker if you get a goal.
Claire: Okay.
Alex: But even if you don’t get a goal! I’ll still give you a sticker.
Alex: But if you’re – if you’re not excited for soccer, then I think I won’t give you a sticker. ‘Cause I don’t wanna hear any whining. Any whining before we go. No fighting.

Claire: I’m gonna remind Alex when he wants a popsicle. Alex, are you sure you want a popsicle?
Alex: I’m sure.

Claire: Mommy, when I get popsicles, I’m gonna get two. Get both of them.
Mommy: Yeah?
Claire: Mm-hm. That’s the rule. I’ll get two popsicles.

Claire: When I, when I, get a popsicle. At – I’m gonna get you a popsicle at soccer.
Alex: Okay.

Claire: Daddy, I’m all ready to go to [Claire throws her hands in the air] soccer!
Daddy: Oh, good.
Claire: Mommy get me all ready to go to [Claire throws her hands in the air] soccer!



Mommy: Claire, tell me about soccer.
Claire: I played – played lots of games.
Mommy: You did?
Claire: I ran around circles! With my cones.
Mommy: Fun.
Claire: I carried my ball up, I picked my ball up. And I carried it over.
Mommy: Oh.
Claire: And I didn’t know how to do that, and I – and we threw it over our heads.
Mommy: Yeah?

Claire: And, and when we threw it, threw it overs, we went back and got – we went back to our coach. We, did that.


(Alex is pretending his book is a computer. A matchbox car is the mouse.)
Alex: Hey! I’m tryin’ to find my face email.
Daddy: What are you looking for?
Alex: My face email.
Daddy (to Mommy): Did you hear that, sweetie?
Mommy: What?
Daddy: He’s looking for his face email.
(Mommy laughs.)
Alex: Is a face email real? Because I’m tryin’ to be like a real daddy.


(Daddy is taking his blood pressure.)
Alex: Daddy, I want you to blood press me – blood press me, with my arm. Blood press me.