Ryker: Did Rosco give you the cute eyes? 

(Rosco was begging to come in the car with us.)

Garren: I wish I was 18 already. 

(On not wanting to clean up the playroom.)

Ryker: Dad has gold in his mouth. 

Garren: Treasure!

Ryker: Mom, my taste buds don't like this. (I made him try stir fry.)

Garren: I'm not much a burper, I'm more of a farter. 

Garren: I'm hotter than 8000 polar bears in an African desert. (After lacrosse practice.)

Garren: My back itches, who wants to scratch it?