Grey: This is a magic coat and if you put it inside it disappears to the outside. Does that make sense to you?
Micah: **blows raspberry**
Grey: Oh, good grief!
**Reading the poem "The Island" by A.A. Milne**
Me: And I'd say to myself as I looked so lazily down at the sea:
"There's nobody else in the world, and the world was made for me."
Grey: Is that what the poem really says?
Me: Yes, of course.
Grey: Why would he wish that?
Me: To be the only one in the world?
Micah: I never pretend that. I never like to be alone- I pretend to be with lots of people instead.
Grey: I don't think those are the real words in that poem. No one would like to be all alone on an island.
Travis: Good morning, what is your name?
Micah: Batman. And this is my wife.
Grey: Hello, I am Katie.
Travis: What is your job?
Micah: Killing bad guys.
Grey: No. Capturing them, not killing them.
Micah: Ah, yes. Capturing bad guys.
Grey: And my jobs are learning how to build diggers and cleaning the house with my mother.
Me: Look, I made a delicious breakfast cake for you this morning.
Grey: Uggh, what's all this oat-crap?
Micah: What does Santa eat?
Grey: Cookies and candy. He's so very fat and unhealthy.
Micah: He's also addicted to his pipe, which is terrible.
Grey: I'm addicted to Little Bear.
Micah: I'm not addicted. I just love it and think about it and I want to watch it all the time, even though I know it's bad for me.
Micah: Mom, I am your pet snake and you are a lumberjack that eats snakes. But you don't eat me, because I'm good and you love me.
Micah: Eat, Mama! Eat! No one wants a skinny mother!
Grey: I think you are a step-mother and not my real mother.
Me: Why do you think that?
Grey: Because I want to punch you, but I would never punch my real mother.
Me: Ow! There's something in my eye!
Grey: I think it is a mote.
Micah: Are we visitors here?
Travis: No. We live here.
Micah: So we are sleeper-overers.
Micah: Hmm, I gotta start dressing like a real pirate so that pirates won't capture me.
Me: What, honey?
Micah: Nothing, I'm just talking to myself.
Micah: Is that a present for me?
Me: No, I'm working on my Christmas quilt.
Micah: Ah. Well, your fabric is unusually nice. For Christmas fabric, I mean.
Grey: I found a knife. Isn't it GLORIOUS? Why are you laughing? Doesn't "glorious" mean "beautiful and awesome?"
Me: Yes, it does. I'm sorry I laughed.
Grey: Well, I think this knife IS glorious.
Micah: Mother, look! It's a CALAMITY! It was fantastic! The branches on the tree were holding up all the snow and they shifted and the SNOW CAME POURING DOWN.
Me: How is Leo?
Grey: I changed the snowman's name, actually.
Me: What did you name him?
Me: Oh! Why did you name him Grey?
Grey: I just think it's a much better name than Leo. I just love it.
Me: What did you think of the movie Elf?
Grey: It was SO FUNNY.
Me: Tell me what happened in it.
Grey: Well, the man was much bigger than the elves. And he put sugar into a pan and the elves said "You're bad at making toys! We are going to kill you!"
Me: Wait, what?
Grey: So he ran away to New York City.
Me: Okay. What happened in New York?
Grey: He found his father and he sang a song like this "I don't belong here, la la la!"
Me: Huh. This seems different than I remember. What does Buddy the elf like?
Me: Oh. What is he good at?
Grey: Reading and killing people.
Me: This doesn't seem like the movie I'm thinking of.
Grey: It's probably not.
Micah: I went to the bathroom.
Micah: and I have four corn-poops.
Me: Please be careful.
Grey: No! Be brave! If you fall, you fall.
Me: That's terrible hiking advice.
Grey: I don't think so.
Me: Listen to the trees talking in their sleep! What sort of dreams do you think they're having?
Grey: If I was a tree, I would dream that I grew up into the sky and all the way to outerspace.
Micah: If I was a tree, I would dream i was a bird.
Grey: I'm a snow animal!
Me: Would you be an Arctic fox or an Arctic wolf?
Grey: I would be a bird.
Me: What kind of bird?
Grey: A snowy Arctic owl!
Grey: Mama, I see someone smoking! He's ADDICTED to smoking!
Me: I think you're probably right.
Grey: I think I could say, "Excuse me, are you addicted to smoking?" and he would say, "Yes. I am. I tried it, once and I loved it. And now I don't love it, but I'm still addicted now."
Me: Stop squeezing the baby's head!
Grey: I'm not. I'm admiring his brain.
Me: No, you're squeezing.
Grey: Admiring! That means, I'm checking to see how smart he is. He's pretty smart, but not that smart- because he still makes some bad choices.
Me: Sounds like YOU'RE not that smart.
Grey: Hmm. I am.
August: Uh oh! Uh oh! No, puppy!
Me: Did the puppy get some food?
August: Oh no, AUGUST FOOD!
Grey: Mom, you are beginning to get old, I 'spect.
Me: What kind of sandwich do you want?
Me: I like that green building.
Grey: What green building?
Me: Why don't you look out your window and try to see it?
Micah: I know! Cactuses!
Micah: Whoa! That was some hiccup water! That's when you burp and the water inside you goes up and then down.
Me: In the morning, you can go out and look through your stockings, but please don't unwrap any presents until everyone is awake.
Micah: I will ponder that in my heart.
**Visiting the lights at Temple Square, and a life-size Nativity**
Me: When you look at this, I want you to notice how you feel inside. How do you feel in your heart?
Micah: Like I can be born again!
Grey: I can feel the spirit warming my heart!
Micah: It's not really so funny, but I usually laugh anyway, because I like to laugh.
Micah: Grandma Pitcher is really a very young grandma. Time has passed, but she hasn't gotten old! I guess that's because she was just a little baby at first.
Me: We are meeting friends at the park.
Grey: What are they like?
Me: There are boys who are twins like you, and a little baby girl the same age as August.
Grey: And what is the little woman's name?
Me: Um, the mom or the baby?
Grey: The baby, of course.
Grey: I'm officially exhausted!
Me: It's time to put monkeys to bed!
Grey: I'm a lion, not a monkey!
Grey: Welcome to my restaurant. It's a robot restaurant. And a human one. We have food here for people and machines. What would you like?
Micah: Well, I really want ice cream, but I don't think R2D2 can eat ice cream. So... Chicken nuggets please.
Grey: Okay! So. How do you like the Mega System?
Micah: It's pretty good.
Grey: Oh Mom, you have a tiny nipple on your face.
Me: Yeah, thats actually a zit. Sometimes grown-ups get them on their face.
Grey: You're right! I see a bunch!