Andrew: “Jonathan, how large is a dinosaur poop on average?”

Amy

"I wouldn't go near you Mr. Stranger. Or any of your stuff. I wouldn't touch you with a 39 and a half foot pole. Not that you're the Grinch or anything... I just don't like people. I'm the Grinch..."
-Jessica, speaking as theoretical proxy for Amy and her stranger anxiety (could be said of any of my kids at age 2)

Pancakes

Lynn: I'm so excited for tomorrow!
Mama: Why are you so excited?
Lynn: Because tomorrow is General Conference!!
Mama: And what is do you think is so exciting about that?
Lynn: We get to eat crepes and Luigian pancakes!!!
Mama: What? 😂

(It's our tradition to eat Norwegian pancakes to honor our Norwegian heritage)
(P.S. I think someone has been playing Luigi on Super Mario Bros a little too much! Lol!)

Lynn

"We have to buy cookies for poop!"
-Lynn, age 3



(We are potty training and he wants chocolate cookies in exchange for pooping.)

"You put PUKE in the TEA?"

"Fetch, dead body!"
--Jonathan to "dead" Andrew

Jonathan: Why am I speaking with a British accent?
Alana: Because you were talking about soccer.  Except that makes no sense.

"Housekeeping! Can I keep your house?"

--Andrew

Ballerina Winking

Katie: Stay right there. I will teach you how to wink like a ballerina.

At the Fair

At the Grange County Fair, a sign says "Please don't touch the animals."
Jessica: Lynn, don't touch. Don't touch Lynn. No really don't touch. No touching. No touch...

(He touched it.)