Roan (waiting impatiently for Mom to help him pick up his toys): I’m going to tell the President of the United States that you did not help me! —— Roan (after losing his temper and being told he would have to wait until he was calm to go to his playdate): Jesus doesn’t like you!

Roan: I like thumb wrestling. I probably did thumb wrestling in your belly with your ribs.

Mom (yelling from the bathroom): Roan, you need to aim for the toilet! Roan (yelling from his room): Take deep breaths and calm down! It’s not the end of the world. It’s not like the world turned to pink poo-poo dust.

Dad: What would be a good nickname for Leia [the cat]? Roan (without any hesitation): Leslie Fisherman!