(Little O is reading the Book of Mormon.) (p.s. He can't read.)
Me: What are you reading, O?
O: This book. It has lots of stories.
Me: Will you read one to me?
O: I'm reading this story. (He shows me a page in the book of Alma.)
Me: Oh, that's a good one.
O: It's about a boy who doesn't have a name. But tomorrow he will have a name. Because tomorrow is his birthday.
Me: Does he get named Alma?
O: No. Alma is a girl name.
Me: Oh. Too bad for the guy in that book named Alma and his son named Alma, too.
O: I was just kidding. Alma is a boy name. But his name is Hunter. And he goes outside and the lightning is chasing him! Because it's chasing-people-lightning! But he is really a robot. Also, he is not a Hunter. It is just his name. And when I marry the Pirate Princess someday I am going to name ALL of my kids Hunter. And the bad guy's name was Bad Guy Making Robots Lightning Chasing. The end.
Me: Dad and I are going out on a date.
Curly: (incredulously) You and Dad still go on dates?
Me: Sure, why not? Old people get to have fun, too.
Curly: But aren't you guys already married?
Me: Last time I checked, yeah.
Curly: Then you guys don't need to go out on dates. You're already in love.
Princess: Do baby teeth ever grow into big teeth or do you have to actually lose them to get big teeth?
(A recent dinner conversation at our house.)
Me: What do you want to be when you grow up?
Curly: An artist.
Princess: A mom or an author.
Hubba: A mall security guard.
O: I want to be a police guy so I can kidnap robbers!
Cowgirl: I want to be a person who is kidnapped by O.
O: You want to be a robber?!
Cowgirl: You want to kidnap robbers?!
O: I mean catch robbers.
Hubba: Seriously. I want to be a mall security guard.
Hubba: I think a lot of people around here must really like playing chess.
Me: Why do you say that?
Hubba: Because I keep seeing Pawn Shops all over!
Me: They don't just sell pawns at pawn shops.
Princess: Seriously Hubba? They sell the whole game of chess there, not just the pawns!