Little brother (age 2), to his pre-school teacher:
Ms. Sandra, can you come over for a play date tomorrow? You have to ask your mommy first.
Big brother (age 4), explaining his sensitivity to temperature:
I think I’m warm blooded, but I have a little lizard in myself.
As mommy brushes little bro’s hair in the morning before school he says in a worried voice,
No mommy, if you do that my hair is going to be gorgeous. Only my friends who are girls, like Clare, have gorgeous hair!
On a sick day home from school big bro states:
Maybe my tummy hurts because these are not educational shows.
Little brother, on having a sibling:
I want to give brother to someone else because he is not being nice to me.
Big brother, being worldly:
Poopsie is how they say poop in France.
Wise little brother at bedtime:
Mommy, I love you, and papa, and brother. And myself. You have to love yourself.
During a disagreement, little brother stomps out of the room while yelling:
I’m not your brother anymore!
Big bro turns to his Auntie and says with perfectly victorious comedic timing:
He can’t change that.