Ryker: I don’t trust any plus signs anymore, except in math.

Ryker: Mom, I need you to chant “chug” for me. (taking a shot dose of his cold medicine)

Me: CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG!! (said from another room)

Ryker: I need you in the room with me.

Ryker: I feel like that dog was staring into my soul.

Garren: Ryker how’s  your week been so far?

Ryker: Like a cougar in a bathtub.

Ryker: Now it’s a Congo line of cars. ( in the drop off at middle school.)

Garren (12, speaking to me): I shall pass you, it is imminent! I will grow like a tree!

Ryker: Wait. Middle school doesn’t have any recess??

Me: Nope.

Ryker: So you’re saying I should be happy now while I still have it?