(playing with a good friend)
son: me and david are twins.
david: yeah, except we have different birthdays.
son: yeah, and we don’t look exactly the same.
david: yeah, and we live in different places.
son: yeah, and you’re older than me and I’m taller. But we’re still twins.
(after watching a snake in our front yard)
son: people are better than snakes.
me: why’s that?
son: because snakes don’t even have anything.
me: what do you mean?
son: snakes don’t have houses or anything electric or any stuff at all. they just have stick bodies. that’s why people are better.
daughter: yeah, they could have had arms and legs and stuff, but thanks to Satan that didn’t happen.
(snuggling with our dog)
son: mom, we need to get Sparky dog contacts?
son: so he can see colors.
(reading a ‘guess this animal’ book)
son: I don’t get this book.
me: It’s just animals. There’s nothing to get.
son: But I don’t get it.
me: There’s not a story. There’s nothing to get.
son: Mom. Everything has a ‘get’.