Garren: Mom feel my butt. (He was excited about the seat warmers in our car.)

Ryker: When I'm 12 can I live with you a little bit longer to save some more money? 

(I've been joking with Garren lately that he needs to know certain life skills so he'll be ready to be on his own when he's 12. Ryker apparently picked up on this.)

Ryker: Grandma, you're breaking up with me. (Talking on the mobile phone.)

Garth: Boys don't throw the t-Rex in the house. 

Garren: A tan baby is like a roasted chicken. 

Garren: We should name our restaurant The Phoenix. (Playing a restaurant app...World Chef)

Ryker: What's a Phoenix? 

Garren: It's like a fiery chicken. 

Garren: I don't even have body hair yet.