Daddy, I want a tree house door, so I can go down from my room, instead of the stairs.

(Claire wants French toast.)

Mommy: We don’t have any.
Claire: How ‘bout we go to the wedding and get some?


Claire: Mommy, Santa’s still watching us, right?
Mommy: Right.


Mommy (to Daddy): Alex wants to do Saturday morning soccer, and he wants you to take him.
Claire: Can I watch him in my purple chair with the princesses on it?


(Claire is keeping an eye on Alex.)
Alex (to Claire): You’re not a mommy! You’re not apposed to be watching me!


Alex: Daddy, I want a tree house door, so I can go down from my room, instead of the stairs.
Daddy: That would be neat.
Alex: Can we do that?
Daddy: Um, no, I don’t think we can do that, but it’s a neat idea.
Alex: But we could cut a –
Daddy: – Yeah, we could cut a hole in the floor, and have a ladder.