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.

Ana, age 1 1/2

Me to Ana: What does the rain say?

Ana: Quack.