Pete: “I want a birthday party for my lunch tomorrow. I want it after my lunch. I would like a cupcake. I want a cupcake for myself in awhile.”

Poppy, after having her hair braided into pigtails: “I look like Rapunzel. I look ladyish.”

Poppy, upon being told to fold her pajamas and put them on her bed: “I don’t like to wear them two nights! It makes me cross.”

Pete: “I goin’ to California.”
Me: “OK, honey. Have a safe trip.”
Pete: “Oops, I give you a kiss.”
He gives me a kiss.
Pete: “I goin’ to the grocery store to get a cookie. Oops! I forgot my pocket. Oops! I forgot my wife.”
Me: “Your wife?!? Where’s your wife?”
Pete: “On the ground. OK, I got my wife.”