Me during breakfast: Mama, are you going to use the blend to make a smooth?
On our bike trailer trip to the nearby jungle gym. As we were passing the soccer fields full of dandelions: Look at all the rumor weeds! (Referencing Veggie Tales and the Rumor Weed)
|The Rumor Weed.|
Me (on our way to a barbecue): Mama, will Ms. Barb be at the Barbara-Q? (No Ms. Barb was not there but the name implied to me that she might be.)
Me: Mama, are you getting some meat out of the freeze?
Me: Dad, are you home for the weekend?
Dad: No, not until tomorrow.
Me: Are you home for the witching hour?
Dad: So it would seem...
Mama: Can you please stop growing?
Me: Um, does that mean I have to stop taking my Gummy-vitamins?
Me (holding up a toy to Mama): Is this a choking hazard? (I'm quite obsessed with ensure there are not choking hazards for Bebe Sister.)
Me: What's going to happen when Bebe Sister turns into a Sister Bear - who will be our Honey Bear? (Referencing Berenstain Bears - there's Mama and Papa Bear, Brother Bear, Sister Bear, and Honey Bear - Honey Bear is the baby. I lovingly call Bebe Sister my Honey Bear.)
Mama: I don't know, Sweetie. You know, some day we won't have a honey bear.
Me: Can we get another honey bear then?
Mama: We'll talk about that in another year or so.