When S-- saw the printed ultrasound picture of the baby's spine (he didn't attend the ultrasound with the rest of us), he said:
"It looks like a lizard.....Are we having a lizard?!?!?"
At random times during the day, especially if he is displeased with one of us, T-- will declare, pointing his little finger forcibly at the offender:
I have no idea where he heard it or how he knows to use it so appropriately, but it sounds awfully funny coming from a four-year-old. (And if I comb his hair just right, he has that Trump do to go with it.)
The night before the ultrasound, as we were getting ready for bed, I mentioned to Phil that it was a good thing we'd left the boys' alarm clock on since it would get them up and ready to leave right when we needed to.
Me: "If they're already up and going, it won't be a problem to be out the door by 8:30."
Phil: "Why would we need to be out the door by 8:30?"
Me (looking incredulously at him, trying to decide if he was teasing and realizing he wasn't): "Are you SERIOUS?!?!?"
Phil: "Huh? ........ OH. Yeah. I forgot about that."
I nearly threw my wet washcloth at him.