Lincoln, age 4

Lincoln invited me camping in Ana's room and said, "Come camping and taste the roast beef I made. It's really good. It has chicken in it."

Ana, 2; Lincoln, 4

Ana was saying "Little Mater," and Lincoln said, "Maybe she's not saying 'Little Mater.' Maybe she's saying 'Yellow Murder'."

Lincoln, age 3 1/2

Lincoln to Ana: Hey, Doctor Fart.

Ana, age 2

Me: Lights out!

Ana: No! In!

Lincoln, age 3 1/2

Mom, I'm not obeying you. My spirit is telling me to clean.

That's a New Excuse, Lincoln age 3 1/2

Mom, I can't eat these pancakes. They are TOO good.

Lincoln, age 3 1/2

I have lots of toots. I don't like toots, they're stinky.

Lincoln, age 3 1/2

When I'm done with preschool, I'm going to be a lawyer.