Simon:
Comes out of nowhere attacking my legs with Steve's measuring tape, "I'm numbering you! I'm numbering you!". Steps back and looks up at me, "You're numbered!!".
Tommy:
Smells his supper grossed out, "That smells like pinecones and feet, mom".
Emily:
Before telling me about something someone told her that she knew would upset me, "I'm afraid you'll burst into flames when I tell you, mom".
