Mia sat down next to Zach during lunch, "I'll sit by you, Daddy, because boys need a girl to be by them."
"Hey, Mim- will you help me wipe the kitchen table?"
"Suhtenwee." (Her three-year-old attempt at "certainly")
"Will you help me clean the living room?"
Playing with my hair: "Mom- can I look for your bwain?" Shoves her face into my hair. "I don't see it."
Anya? She just wants to be held. Especially when I say, "Time to go night-night!" Doesn't mind going to bed, as long as she doesn't have to climb the stairs to get there. All 34 pounds of her. Getting too old for this... (I'll let you decide who I mean by that.)
Do you guys want a banana? Bree lights up, "Naaanaaa! NANA! Naaaaannnnnaaaahhhh" practically drooling as she bounces up and down. I peel it and hand it to her. A teeny whiny high-pitched "Nao!" She shakes her head at me, drops it on the floor and walks away.