Number Three Nephew: Be quiet! I'm reading it by myself!
Number Two Nephew: I was reading it in my head.
Number Three Nephew: But I could still hear you!
I thought of something... I found it in my mind.
Mommy, you smell like you're pregnant. (To a decidedly not pregnant Mommy)
I'll wear this even when I'm in my cabinet. (meaning casket)
You'd better get ready to be a grandma or an oma, Mommy, cause I'm nearly a grownup now! (so says 6 year-old Number Two Nephew)
Why are you upset? (asks Mommy of Number Two Son) Because you said it madly. Even meanly! (he answers)
Oh yes, I luff it! Thank you! Thank you so much! (Number Four Nephew, who can barely talk, but has impeccable manners)