Saying

Me: Ok, girls! What do ya want for breakfast?

Squirt: Pancakes! I want pancakes! (she says this every morning)

Bunny: I want money.

Me: You want... money... for breakfast.

Bunny: Yes.

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(as The Husband bends over to pick up something he dropped)

Squirt: Dadda! You have a big butt!

Bunny: Yeah, Dad! You have a big butt! (giggling)

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Bunny: Mama, I want some of those mushrooms.

Me: Mushrooms? I don't think we have any mushrooms!

Bunny: (belligerent foot stomping) I! Want! Mushrooms! (pointing to the bag of marshmallows on the counter.

Me: Oh... You want marshmallows?

Bunny: Yes. Marshrooms.

Me: And here I was thinking you wanted some vegetables for once. Silly me.

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We're one embarrassing shopping trip away from an overly enthusiastic observation of "Look at that fat guy! Why is that guy so fat?!"

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Little Man has convinced himself he can talk. All day it's strings of Ayayayaya! And Ooooosssss! And if I mimic along... well isn't that just the best thing ever! I wonder what conversations he thinks are taking place.

Gavin: Ayayayayaya! Pffffft!
(Translation: I can put this rock in my mouth, right?)

Gavin: Ooooooossss! Dadadada! Aaaaaa!
(Translation: When you're not looking, I am going to grab and yank Scotty's tail)

Gavin: Uhuhuh! Zazazzzaza! Ousousous!
(Translation: I'm so glad you aren't noticing that I'm getting into the Basket Of Stuff Baby Is Supposed To Stay Out Of)

Mommy to Gavin: No Biting!
(Translation: Quit biting my shoulder, kid! It hurts! I have bruises!)