Roan (fascinated with Casey’s large translucent fish oil pill): Dada, I’ll get you your vitamin. Can I sit on the couch and pinch it? Can I throw it to you like a football? Can we play catch with it?

Roan (at the park): I’m just going to have to leave. Because I’m not cooperating.

Lavina: Roan, would you like a brother or sister? Roan: No, just friends instead. Lavina: Would you like a dog? Roan: No, I want a cat.

Roan: Mama, what store did this new gum came from? Lavina: I ordered it from the internet. Can you say “internet?” Roan: “Internet.” That’s a hard word to say.

Roan (waiting at the deli counter in Whole Foods): Dada, can I do a zerbert on you? Casey: No. Roan: Does Whole Foods have a rule? (minutes later, still waiting for ham and cheese…) Dada, you’re a good Dada.

Roan: Dada, have you ever gone scuba divering?

Roan (to Lavina’s 79 yr old grandmother Molly): Granny Mushroom, will you take off your glasses so we can wrestle?

Roan: Where are we going? Casey: To see Dr. Stephanie (Roan’s behavior psychologist). Roan (not too happy about that): Well, I’m going to put a pretend mask on me and shoot my web!

Roan (startled and upset, with his lip quivering, after Alphie, Casey & Lavina all shouted “No!” as he put a sharp knife in his mouth to lick off the butter): I wish I had a bunch of knives so I could throw them!

Roan: Mama, I’ll be careful not to freak out when you turn the movie off.

Casey (flabbergasted and disappointed): We’ve read your “Cars” book every night for two weeks. It’s your favorite. Why would you destroy it? Roan: Well, that’s how it works.

Roan: Mama are you listening to me? Do you need to turn your listening ears on?

Roan, in his carseat: Mama, you can’t sit next to me because there’s lots of too many stuff. ———- Roan, in his carseat at night, afraid of the dark: Mama, will you hold my little feetsies? ——— Roan, sleeping in a new place: I’m snuggling with Dada because I need some cuddle time. ———- Roan, … Continue reading →

Casey: After I make your bed I’m going to change your poopy diaper. Roan: I can agree to that.

Roan: AHHHHH! I’m yelling in anger!