Me: What are you doing? (as I approach child sitting on the stairs)
R: Shooting bears with my laser eyes. Look, a bear! [opens eyes as wide as possible and stares]
Me: Can I have laser eyes too?
R: Oh sure, here is an extra pair.
In line at Wendy’s on the drive home from camp.
R: Mom, I want one of those toys.
His mom: Well, you can’t have one of the toys.
R: But I WANT one.
HM: You’re already getting a froster.
R: Fine, I’m just going to tell this lady that I’ll have a toy.
HM: No you won’t, you can try telling your dad that you want one.
R: Ugh, he already knows! FINE! I’ll just play with this then [sits down at mom’s feet and starts playing with the rubber carpet]
A conversation between 3-year-olds – both walk in to the cabin – I hear them walk into Ripper’s room.
R: No, M, you can’t come in here, I’m changing.
M: yes I can.
R: Go away. Unless you want to see my penis and my bum you need to LEAVE!
There are more but I’m drawing a blank. This should buy me some time until I can update my blog fo reals.