Hewitt: (In a business meeting) “Ok Mom, you’ve convinced me. Can I go?”

Jade: (while playing a game) “Fletcher, let’s screw her, and then we can take out each other!”
Fletcher: “Deal, that way I can beat you!”

Mom: “Greyden, are you excited?”
Greyden: “Yep (looking stoic). This is my happy face. Can’t you tell?”

Colter: “Indigo, what are you doing tonight?”
Indigo: “It depends,(looking hopeful) I’d love to play Frisbee with you!”
Colter: “Well too bad, because I’m picking tomatoes.”

Hewitt: “Jade is riding her bike with a whole pizza in her hand.”
Indigo: “I told her to bring enough pizza for me and her…”
Hewitt: “So she brought a WHOLE pizza???”
Jade: (Walking in) “I love pizza!”

Hewitt (knocking on our bedroom door while Jim and I were discussing our plans for the day): “Can I come in?”
Dad: “Yep”
Hewitt: “I brought you your morning cappuccino. I thought you wouldn’t want to go out in the cold to get it.”
Jim (spluttering): “You did what?”
Hewitt: “It’s freezing outside, I got your cappuccino so you could have it in bed.”
Jim (still spluttering): “I can’t remember the last time I had coffee in bed. Thanks, Bopper (Hewitt’s nickname is Bop).”
Jim (30 minutes later): “I can’t believe Hewitt got my cappuccino.”

Jade: “I think my favorite baby goat so far is Freedom.”
Indigo: “I thought it was Zollipop?”
Jade: “Zollipop too.”
Indigo: “What about Velvet?”
Jade: “Well of course!”
Indigo: “How many favorites do you have?”
Jade: “Eh, only ten or so.”

Fletcher: “No matter what, I’m not calling you Coach Jonas.”
Colter: “That’s fine. You can call me Supreme Master of Running.”

Colter: “If the shoe fits, wear it.”
Jade: “What if you don’t like the shoe?”

Emery: “So those babies would be the other baby’s Grand-Cousins.”
Brett: “I don’t think that’s a thing.”
Emery: “It is now. Deal with it.”

Emery: “You can tell I’m in bad shape when I only do 30 pullups and 90 pushups.”
Brett: “…um, I do not think that word means what you think it means.”
Emery: “What word?”
Brett: “Bad shape.”

Brett: “Let me have some of that pot pie.”
Colter: “No, it’s mine.”
Brett: “There’s another one in the fridge; just let me have a bite or two of that one.”
Colter: “I ate the first half of this pot pie, and I want to eat the second half. Go get your own pot pie.”

Jim: “The scrapings in the bottom of the bucket is actually enough sourdough starter to feed?”
PJ: “Yeah, that’s like the size of a normal family’s starter.”

Greyden: “You look like you’re feeling better this morning.”
Colter: “I may look like I’m feeling better, but I can hear the drums of Khazad-Dum in my head.”
Brett: “Yeah, but you’re feeling better, because you’re making Lord of the Rings references.”