I don’t wanna get coal.

Alex: Mommy, have I been bad this year?
Mommy: What?
Alex: Have I been bad this year?
Mommy: No.
Alex: Then I’m gonna get presents, right?
Mommy: Yeah, if you keep being good.
Alex: I don’t wanna get coal.


Alex: “I don’t smell chicken, but I do smell chicken.”
(Pause.)
Alex: That’s what Claire says.
(Pause.)
Alex: That doesn’t make any sense, does it?
Mommy: No.


Alex: I’m gonna be a taxi driver when I grow up.
(Pause.)
Alex: Daddy, if I’m gonna be a taxi driver, we might have to move to a city.