Lucy, babbling to herself as 1-year-olds do: mmmmmm. Mama. mmmmm.
Beth: Lucy, Mama does start with M! You're a genius!

Beth, sitting at the kitchen table looking at the pictures in the new Kraft Food and Family magazine and picking out all the Christmas cookies she wants us to make: Dad, this magazine is so interesting.
Eric: When did you turn 35?

Me, at breakfast, making some inconsequential remark that I don't remember, something along the lines of the following: Toast is good.
Beth: Indeed it is.
Me: Indeed.

Beth, handing me a half-eaten granola bar: Mom, can you protect this?
Me: Protect it?
Beth: Yes, so Lucy doesn't get it.

Lucy, all day long, about anything she sees that she wants: Mine! Mine! Mine!

Lucy, all day long, in answer to any question you ask her: No! No-no! No, no, no!