Ryker: Mom, I want an American baby doll. 

Ryker: Garren, wait! 

(Watches as Garren drives away with grandma.)

Me: That's ok, you can tell him when he gets back. 

Ryker: Yah. (long pause) No, I won't remember. (carries on with his business)

(Driving to school)

Me: Woah! What is that, sunshine?!

Garren: That's God reaching out to you. 

Ryker: It's snowing here and it's not even Christmas!

Ryker: I'm full. (While eating dinner after two bites.)

Me: No you're not. 

Ryker: Alright, you got me this time. 

Ryker: Mom can I turn on the TV?

Me: Sorry, dad said no TV today. 

Ryker: Darn it! (Runs downstairs to talk to his brother) 

Mom agrees with dad. We can't watch TV today.