Me: What's on your shirt? Is that dinosaur oatmeal? (As I continue to pick off the food.)

Ryker: Uh-hu, I'm not hungry for it.

Garren: You've got to become the eggshell to get the eggshell. 

(On how to scoop out broken pieces of eggshell out of the pan)

Ryker: I can see my wind. It's coming from my nose too. 

(Referring to his breath in the cold air)

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.