B: (matter-of-factly) The robot is no match for my skills.
B: (to one of the twins) Which one are you again? What's your name?
S: I'm Smitty.
B: Oh, cool! I LOVE that you call yourself Smitty.
A: Grammie sent this up (indicating a present) and said he can oh-pee-eee-enn it now.
B: OPEN?! I CAN OPEN THAT?!
A: Crap. There goes that trick. Stupid kindergarten, teaching you to spell!
B: Bad word.
R: Es la hora de practicar nuestro espanol. (or, roughly: "It's time to practice our Spanish.")
B: (reading a card I had just made for a bridal shower) Ess... eee... ex. "Seeks?" What's "seeks," Mom?
A: Uh... actually, it's "sex," and it's something Dad and I aren't quite ready to discuss with you yet, but I promise we will. Or for now, your sex is your gender. Your sex is "male." My sex is "female." That's good enough for today. Go play with your LEGOs.
B: Let's play bazombies!
B: Mom, can I please play Jasmine's Agendo DS?
B: Those minions sure love fruit!