Stuff our kids say

I know I'm biased, but my boys are so cute.

Brice: Baby Dusty! No, no Baby Dusty! Baby Meow!

Chase: (about 6:30am Saturday morning): Mommy, feel this. My beard is growing.
Helen: Oh buddy, I think it's some dried drool.
Chase: Nope. It's my beard.

Brice: (After strapping himself into the high chair) Stuck! Stuck!

Stephen: Chase, do you know what Good Friday is? It's the day Jesus went to heaven.
Chase: Oh, that's sad, Daddy. He's going to miss Christmas.

Helen: Bricey, I love you to the moon and back.
Brice: No, no moon and back. Sun and back! Peh-luto and back!

Chase: (literally, 5:24am Friday morning) Mommy, I don't want you to be jealous of me today. Okay?
(Without any prompting, no context. Presumably because I had to go to work and they all got naps to make up for waking at 5:21am)

We've been listening to a lot of Raffi lately. It started with the "Brush your teeth" song and has progressed from there.
Helen: Brice, what should we name the baby?
Brice: Baby Boo-ga! No, no-- baby brush your teeth. No-- Baby Down by the Bay!

Looking forward to sending our last weekend as a family of four with these hilarious little guys.