I was unloading the dishwasher and Ryker came over to help.

As he was reaching to grab some dishes and I was deflecting him with my body since my hands were full, I asked, "Did you wash your hands?"

Ryker: "Yes."

Me: "When did you wash your hands."

Ryker: "On Thursday."

Me: "Then they definitely aren't clean."
(It's Saturday morning.)

Eating dinner.

Garren: "I'm going to eat more because I want to be six."

He's taken my words to heart and believes if he eats good, then he will grow faster. Why he's in such a rush to grow up is beyond me. I wish he would stay the way he is, wonderful.

I picked Garren up from preschool and he started going through his valentine bag as soon as he was buckled.

He held one up for me to read.

Me: "From Paige. To Garren."

Garren: "Ya, there's a girl on the back."
(long pause)
Garren: "It's kinda freakin' me out."

We are so NOT a girly house around here. ;)

Eavesdropping on a conversation in the back seat. (relayed from grandma Debbie)

Ryker: "Garwen, do you like gurlz?"

"Do you like gurlz a lot or a little?"

Garren: "I like girls a little."

Ryker: "Do you like gurlz enough to kiss dem?"

Garren: "No."

Ryker: "I like gurlz a little."

Garren: "Can you please leave now, mom."
(I was dropping he & Ryker off at grandma & grandpa's for the weekend.)

Garren: "I like to eat rainbow trout."

Me: "No you don't."

Garren; "Yes I do. I changed myself."

Ryker crawled into our extra large cat carrier out in the garage and Garren used the spring latch to keep him shut in. I carried it inside and as I was doing so Garren hollered, "No! Don't let him out! Feed him whatever he wants!!"