Spork: Who's driving dat truck? What him name?
Me: (This is nonsense chatter, because he knows I don't know the truck owner, so I answer therapeutically by giving him a nonsense answer) I bet it's a giant pickle.
Tater: (giggling) No way! Pickles can't drive trucks because they're too slippery!
Spork: It gonna be a girl baby or a boy baby?
T: A girl baby!
S: Eew! I don't like girl babies, I only like boy babies.
S: (Practicing his new choir song) The Lord said to no one, gonna build me an arkie-arkie!
Nugget: When I close my eyes and think about water, my finger nails get sharper.
Hubby: Happy Anniversary!
Spork: Mommy! It your Vanasteries?! That just happened to Mrs. B (his teacher)!