Ana, 2; Lincoln, 4

Lincoln: Ana, are you a princess?

Ana (age 2): No. I'm Superman.

Ana, age 2

Ana, age two, counts like this: 2, 3, 4 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 2, 3, 4, 5, .... Over and over again.

Lincoln, age 4

Me to Lincoln: Ana thinks you are the most wonderful thing in the world.

Lincoln (with confidence): I'm not?

Ana, age 2

Ana showed me her belly button today and said, "tummy broken."

Lincoln, age 4

Lincoln: I should've created the Earth instead of Jesus.

Me: Why you?

Lincoln: So that everything would have to obey me.

Lincoln, age 4

‎"It's not milk Ana. It's Egg Hog."

Lincoln, age 4

Woody: You've got a date with justice, One Eyed Bart.

Lincoln: A date with justice with my fart?