Leighton randomly decides to count the five place settings at the lunch table. IN SPANISH! Asking her where she learned that, she replied; “Dora”

Leighton: “Daddy, how old is Cole?” Me: “Why don’t you ask him?” Leighton: “No, He doesn’t talk, just tell me” Me: “He’s 3”  Leighton: “Oh just like me and Mommy’s car, Ok; Thank You” 

Sitting at a traffic light, “Daddy, roll he window down. I want to talk to the Police man!” So she did.

“Daddy, why is the rectangle window wet,(aka windshield), and my window is dry?”. Oh man, these are gonna be complex conversations in my future.

“Daddy, you don’t know how to do my hair. Every time the pony and barrette fall out.” “We have to wait for Mommy”