From the mouths of my kids...
Me (to Allen): I just sent that to your email.
Hubba: What?! I didn't know Dad had email! That's awesome!
(in a fit of rage) Kids in other families don't have jobs! You only make us do jobs because you just... you just... I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU MAKE US DO JOBS!!
Hubba: Could you turn on the radio so we can listen to some sweet tunes?
Mom! Stop acting crazy like that. I only like it when you're really, super freaky. It's weird when you're just a little crazy.
Look out! I have a gun with my thingers (fingers)!
You're not a girl. You're just a MOM!
Me: Little O, are you going to pick up those toys or what?
Little O: What.