Greyson: Mom, do you know that Ko Nitchi Wa (sp?) is how you say hi in Hawaii?
Me: I think you mean Japan.
Greyson: Nope. My teacher says it's Hawaii.
How much are we paying for that preschool again?
Greyson: You wanna hear a joke?
Greyson: What did the alien say to the plant?
Me: I don't know.
Greyson: Take me to your weiner.
Me (after much giggling): Do you mean weeder?
Greyson: Nope. Take me to your weiner.
Me: Well, I think its supposed to be weeder because sometimes plants are weeds, and aliens say "take me to your leader" So why don't you try it again.
Greyson: Take me to your... vine?
After earning 50 cents doing a hard chore, Greyson gave me repeated hugs. After a few times, he says "Mama, you know why I feel like huggin' you? Cuz you gave me some cash."
The other morning:
Greyson: I wish Breckie was God.
Me (somewhat concerned): Why?
Greyson: Because then he'd be in our family, and we could see him all the time! And I could roll around and play with him.