Zoe:
When I grow up, I’m gonna be a big kid just like Daddy!
JJ: and there was a green wheel on the playground…
Zoe (interrupting): yeah! And the dinosaurs were eating ALL the whales. And then the river stopped them. Then they all fell in a mudpit. The dinosaurs were stuck but then a strange girl came along and SAVED them! And it was me, Zoe!
JJ: Are you going to let me talk?
Zoe: yes. (continuing to talk) …and the dinosaurs ate ALL the whales…
JJ: Look out for the alligator! If you look at it to long it will snap off your leg!
Zoe: Well, I am going to dance with the alligators. All the alligators will dance with me. Mama, can alligators dance?
Mommy: I’m not sure. I’ve never seen one dance but I haven’t seen that many alligators.
Zoe: Most alligators can dance.
JJ: Yeah, but YOU can’t dance with them because when they stopped they’d be starving and EAT you !
Zoe: No they wouldn’t because I’d bring them a snack.
Mommy: A snack?
Zoe: Yeah. A cheese and apples snack. That’s healthy.
JJ’s latest song (in the car on the way to work):
If you call me, I won’t answer
If you call me, I won’t answer
If I answer I turn into a robot
So please don’t answer me
If I answer myself, I turn into a robot
So please don’t answer me
We’ve been this way before
We’ve been this way before
We’ve been this way before
We’ve been this way before
We’ve been this way before
(Mommy:Yes I know we’ve been this way before John.)
Robot robot, beep,beep, (other mechanical robot noises)
Zoe: Look mommy! A river (pointing at a drainage ditch)
Mommy: Sort of.
Zoe: Can we go swimming in it?
Mommy: Well, that’s not really…
Zoe: It had fish in it. And snakes. And wions.
Mommy: Lions?!
Zoe: Yes. Wions. We should stay away – they’re dangerous.
Zoe to Dad:
Dada! There’s a whale in the kitchen eating all of the buttella (aka Nutella)!
Me to JJ who has forgotten to clear his plates from the table:
John, what do we do after we finish eating?
Zoe, interrupting from the next room:
Leave the area!
Zoe to herself:
I’m not happy Bob. Not Happy.
Zoe: I have bwue eyes.
Daddy: yes.
Zoe: I don’t have gwasses.
Daddy: yes.
Zoe: Gwasses are bweakable.
Daddy: yes
Zoe: Indeed they are…
Zoe:
Mommy look! A squirm! (pointing to dried up worm) Don’t touch it! It’s deadly!