Garth: I don't know about you but I'm tired of picking up little white socks all over the house. 

Me: (Watches him bend over to pick up socks in the family room)

Garth: Oh. These are mine. 

Ryker: Now it's getting wierd around here. 

Garren: What are pigs for?

Me: What do you mean?

Garren: Why are they in this world? What do they do for us?

Me: We eat them. Bacon, ham, Canadian bacon...

Garren: I LOVE pigs. (Licking his lips.)

Garren: I wish they made fish [flavored] popcorn. 

Ryker: Take me to your refrigerator. 

(Said in an alien-like voice.)

Me: You're kinda gross to watch eating, you know that? (As he has eggs hanging out of his mouth and tell-tell bread crumbs with chocolate smears from the banana bread he previously consumed.)

Ryker: Ya. 

Me: How's it going in there Ryker?

Ryker: How's my poop going?

Me: Sure, ya. 

Ryker: It's going good. Slow and steady. Remember, slow and steady wins the race!