A: Do you like your teachers?
B: Because they teach us not to do stuff that's bad for you. And good stuff that's good for you.
And they let us play.
B: I need to hang on a bar so my hands will be stron. They are pretty fragile right now, so I want them to be stron.
A: And hanging on a bar makes them stron?
B: Yeah. Right now they are fragile like little noodly things.
A: Can I write that down?
B: Yes. You should tell Grammie so she will laugh and hug me.
B: I just wanted to say that I love you and I love tooting most of the time. But I don't like it when Dad toots.
A: Why not?
B: Because he copies me. All the time, he copies me.
B: (after a sip of Dr. Pepper) Ooh, it's hot. Spicy, like pepper.
A: Yep. I love that part about it.
B: Me too. I love it. It's sugar.
B: Mom, when I'm smoking once a day, a cigar a day, I have to just quit.
A: Uh, okay.
B: Because I heard that on T.V. (instructively) Mom, you gotta quit!
A: Blake, do I smoke?
B: No. (pointing at me with his forkful of French toast) Because you quit!