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!