Hannah upon waking: I am a cheetah blowing fire.
Me:. . . .ok?
Lindsay: Mom how does a boy horse get sperm into a girl horse?
Me: Uhh, how do you think?
Lindsay: They wrestle together? Like people?!?!?
Me: Yep. Time for church!
Lindsay: Mom do you pray?
Me: Well, what do you think?
Ryan: Well, since you have to take care of us, yeah, you pray.
Logan threw a toy at Ryan's face, and then Ryan hit Logan, so I fussed at them.
Ryan: Mom, kids will be kids, deal with it!
Hannah: I fell off.
Me: You fell off of what?
Hannah: Just the ground.
Me: Yep, you're definitely my kid.
Lindsay, acting crazy and jumping around the room: Does this look like a rodeo?
Ryan: No, it looks like dancing.
Lindsay, acting even more crazy: What about this, is this a rodeo?
Lindsay: Then what do you call this?
Ryan: I call that. . . . .Lindsay.
Hannah: Mom! Mom! I have something to tell you!
Hannah: I have to whisper it in your ear!
Hannah, leaning in and whispering conspiratorially: Video killed the radio star.