Hewitt: “How did you clean that room in 7 minutes?”
Greyden: “With a bulldozer.”

Indigo: “On Monday, it felt like a Saturday, but it wasn’t and it was confusing.”

Jim: “When you’re singing together, you can’t say jinx.”

Greyden: “How many people do you know who can make leather out of watermelon rinds?”

Emery: “Oh, yeah, when you find a possum, you get it, or it’ll kill the little animals.”
Brett: “Farm life.”

Emery: “Good morning!”
Greyden: “Do you have college today?”
Emery: “No, that’s why it’s a good day.”

PJ: “Who’s going running?”
Fletcher: “I can’t – I don’t have any pants.”

Greyden: “I tell time by my stomach, and my stomach doesn’t say that it’s 2:00 yet.”
PJ: “Your stomach is wrong.”

Jade: “The numbers aren’t the same because of inflammation.”
Indigo: “Inflammation is stupid.”
Brett: “Yes, it is. So is inflation.”

Jade (as she watches a toddler play in the farm store): “I remember when life was that easy.”
Brett: “Heh. You don’t get to say that yet.”

Indigo: “Someone came into the farm store today and all they wanted was cinnamon rolls.”
Jade: “All I want right now is cinnamon rolls too.”

Hewitt: “Brett’s started riding a fake bike!”
Brett: “It’s a stationary bike, not a fake bike.”
Hewitt: “Does it move? No. It’s a fake bike.”

Jim: “You look like a bunch of carnivores.”
Jade: “Does that mean someone who eats ribs? Because that’s right. These are SO GOOD.”

Jade: “You’re not old, Brett! This year you’re only turning… twenty?!? Geez Louise. Never mind.”

Mom: “There’s is NOTHING redeeming about cinnamon rolls for breakfast. Don’t you want some fruit or something?”
Kids in unison: “Nah.”