Too slippery

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!

Tater:  I'm going to have a baby.
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)!