Pet, pet, pet. I love you, puppy.

Alex (to Mommy): Cute outfit.


Claire: I’m excited to go to Aiden’s party.


Claire: I’m eating your apple pie, Daddy!

Claire: Daddy, one day can I have that, a whole piece of that apple pie for me?


(Daddy is trying to read a book, and Claire is trying to play babies.)
Claire: Daddy, you’re not playing. You’re not playing with me.


Claire: What does snow come from?


(Claire is petting Grommie.)
Claire: Pet, pet, pet. I love you, puppy.


(Claire and Alex are watching Caillou.)
Claire: Hey Mommy, when it snows, can we dig the snow off the driveway?
Daddy: What?
Claire: When it snows, can we dig the snow off the driveway?
Daddy: Yeah.