"I'm downstairs all by myself! Because I'm a big boy!"
(holding up both sides of the conversation while playing pretend with two bobcats)
"I'm sorry I did that. I'm sorry I bumped you! Will we always be best friends?
Yeah, I guess so."
C: "My knees are hurt."
Daddy: "They're hurt? What happened?
C: "They're just a little bit sore. So you have to carry me."
Daddy: "Oh no. You can't walk?"
C: "Not on carpet. Only on stairs. Or on hard floors."
On an unrelated note, what in the world do boys need such lush and gorgeous eyelashes for?!