Kids Talk

Laura: Mum, can you tell me how much chocolate you’re giving us this year? Because last year you gave us hardly anything.

Daniel: you can’t cut your own head off. That sucks, man.

Donna: Daniel, do you like marshmallows? Daniel: oh, not really, I really only like them on pizzas. (he heard “mushrooms”)

We’re having a discussion over Sunday night dinner about when Daniel can get a job, and he’s mixing up Christmas Eve with New Year’s Eve, the 30th with the 31st, etc, etc. Martin: Daniel, for a mathematical genius, you don’t know what day it is! Daniel: Yes I do! It’s Saturday! (Laura and I dissolve…

[Martin & Deb are having a silly argument about whether or not there are lemons on the lemon tree at home] Laura: Will you two just stop bickering? (I wonder where she heard that?)

Laura: Maybe I wasn’t paying attention. Dad: I think so. Laura: I need to work on that. And my capital letters.

Laura: Dad, I don’t have empathy for you, but I do have sympathy.

Laura: Trust me, Daniel. I know you. I’m your brother.

Laura: Dad, when I’m ready for bed, can Daniel shoot me? (10 minutes previously I had told Daniel to put away his Nerf gun and get ready for bed.)

Laura: Mum, you’re the best mum ever. And the best Mum I could ever have. … Except for my dream Mum. Deb: ??? What would your dream Mum do that I dont do? Laura: Well, she would be more giving. Deb: What would she give you that I don’t? Laura: Lollies!