"Mommy. We gotta turn it up. That’s how we rock."
(explaining to me why the kids and him are turning the tv up loud)
"Yeah Hil. We're gonna rock. That’s how we roll."
"Mom. I want my pancakes stacked up. Like 2 on top of each other. Not just one at a time. And I want one of those little square things on it."
(aka - butter)
"Mom. If we have a hurricane and you see a little animal out there, will you save it and let it rest on our porch or in the garage?"