H: [whining] I want my candy.

B: [antagonizing] I want my oatmeal.

H: [sincerly] Dad will you make mom some oatmeal when we get home?

H: [looking at our neighbor] Is that God sweeping?

D: [confused] No, that is Rob.

H: I have an R in my name.

D: No you don’t, and I don’t know where you would put it if you did.

H: On the brown table in the living room.

H: [after I spilt my tea all over the coffee table and floor] Ha. Ha. Daddy. Ha! Ha!