Me: “Alright boys, let’s wrap it up – make your plays – you guys have had a long week - let’s go to bed.”

J: “Just a sec.”

Me: “Well, step on it, you don’t get all the time in the world to have more secs.”

… that came out wrong.

Me: There must be a sensor that is activated when there is pressure from your weight.  The light comes on if there are groceries in the seat too.

J: But how does it know when I’ve buckled up?  It turns the light off.

Me: I’ll bet there’s a wire down in the buckle.

J: I bet this thing is just full of wires.

M: Well, what is my buckle full of?

J: Joy.

Me: “Uhgh… What, babe?  I’m tired and I want to go wash my face.”

M: “What does it feel like to be an adult?”

Me: “Very much like being a kid with a whole lot of responsibilities.”

M: “But what about being taller?  How is that?”

Me: “Very much like being able to reach more things.”

M: “Won’t my heart be bigger when I get older?”

Me: “Sure.  As long as you keep it healthy, your heart will usually always be as big as your closed fist… like this.”

M: “That’s cool.  So R’s is little bitty and cute.”

Me: “I bet.  And yours is smaller than mine.  See?  But human hearts aren’t as cute as the heart you see on a Valentine.  They’re kind of veiny.”

M: “That’s weird.”

Me: “It’s pretty cool, actually.  Maybe you’ll be a doctor one day and see all of this for yourself.”

M: “No.  I really won’t.  Besides, everyone would call me Dr. Love.  They really would.”

… we don’t play golf.

Me: “You are such a sweet brother.”

… leans in close to whisper: “Elmo’s awesome.”

Not quite right, bud.

Well, that’s what I’m goin’ with.

Half past quarter-thirty.

Okay, but like what time is that ’cause I can’t read that.

~ M

Me:   Where do you want to go?

R:   K.  S’go.

Me:   What do you want to go do?

R:   Shop.