Colton & the Easter Bunny

C: Mom, can you talk through your nose?
Me: I'm pretty sure I can.  How's this?
C: You talked through your mouth. 
Me: Okay then, show me how you talk through your nose.
C: Okay.  ....silence....  I just need to think of what my nose should say.

C: Is it Easter time? 
Me: Yep! Do you think the Easter Bunny will come tonight?
C: Yeah!  And I am going to stay up all night to see the Easter Bunny and you can stay up with me!
Me: That would be too late for me.
C: I will just take little sleeps. 

C: I am going to stay up all night and hide the eggs from the Easter Bunny.  I will hide them in your room so you have some to find too!

C:  Can we write the Easter Bunny a note?
Me: Sure.  What are you going to say in it?
C: We can say "Dear Easter Bunny."
Me: Anything else?
C: I don't know.

C: This is a map of the zoo [blank notecard], but I forgot to take it.  It kind of looks like a spider except it has these little lines on it.

C: This is the perfect nest for babies and kids.  Not for grown-ups. And the babies can't come on here if they drool. 

C: I know what we can have for dinner!
Me: What?
C: The box in the corner of the kitchen!
Me: The manicotti shells?  You'll have to ask Grandma about that, or your dad.

C: *whispers in my ear*  Mom, we have a secret for Dad. 
Me: What's our secret?
C: *whispers*  Uhm.  Uhm, tell him to drink coffee!
Me: Why?
C: So can he try it.
Me: He has tried it and he doesn't like it.

Conversations About Cake

Hey Dad! Shirt on my nose!

C: I need some more candy; I'm starting to starve!

Me: You don't have to wake up early tomorrow, buddy.
C: But I want to wake up early!  When my driver opens my shed door, I will still be sleeping.

C: I'm super happy!
Me: I'm glad you're happy!
C: I took a happy bite!  Is that enough dinner to eat some cake?

C: I want cake every day!  I want cake for breakfast, lunch, and dinner!
Me: That's a lot of cake!

C: Are the babies here yet?
Me: Nope, they’re too small.
C: Are you going to the doctor?
Me: Yes, on Tuesday.
C: Can I come?
Me: No, buddy, not this time. 
C: But I will miss you!
Me: I'll miss you too!
C: Will they take the babies out of your tummy?
Me: No, buddy, the babies aren’t coming home on Tuesday.
C: Why not?
Me: They’re too little.
C: How big are they?
Me: About the size of your fist.
C: Huh?
Me: About the size of a kiwi.
C: But I’m not round!
Me: LOL, neither are the babies, but they are all curled up.

C: But I don't like this chicken. I like McDonald's chicken.
Me: McDonald's is gross. It's not real chicken.
C: Is it pretend chicken?
Me: Yes.
C: But I like pretend food.
Me: *shudder*

C: I have a problem.
Me: What's that?
C: I don't want to live on Earth.
Me: You can move when you get older. G'nite, buddy.