(as Henry is gnawing on my arm)
M: Henry, why are you biting me?
H: Because you are breakfast.
(as we pull up the driveway and see the husband's truck)
H: Mommy! Look! Daddy's here! Do you remember my Daddy?
M: Um, yeah. Do you?
H: Oh, yes. I remember my daddy. He's my daddy.
(the husband is attempting to trick me to put the laundry in to the dryer, even though he has clearly been assigned the task of Laundry Captain for the day)
TH: Henry, tell Mommy to go put the laundry in the dryer.
H: Mommy, go put the laundry in the dryer.
M: No way. Henry, you go put the laundry in the dryer.
H: I AM TOO OLD TO PUT LAUNDRY IN THE DRYER! YOU DO IT!