Garren: "Is there any bear scratching post around here? Oh, I just found one."
(He then proceeds to scratch his back by rubbing it against the wall.)

Ryker: "Garren, how are we going to jump over the car?"

Garren: "Oh that's easy. We just need a trampoline."

Garren: "Hey mom, here's a question for you. Were there bathrooms on the airplane you ride-ed on?"

Ryker: "I want a dog who can really talk."

Garren: "It's as stuck as a polar bear in an ice cube."

(His blankie was packed tight into his backpack.)

Ryker: "Can you please tell me what's in here?"
(referring to his Christmas present)

Me: "No."

Ryker: "Awe. I promise I'll still like it."

(Proceeds to start crying.)

Ryker: "Don't call me hungry just call me Ryker, okay mommy? Because my tomach is rumbling."

Ryker: "Mommy can you feed me? My hands are tired."

Garren: "Um... I don't think you want to use that toothbrush. I've been using it every night since I haven't found my green one."
(To me as I'm scrubbing away.)