Virgil: (After I put on my sunglasses) Mommy, you look simply adorable!
Me: Good job, buddy! You put a pickle on the potty! (He calls poopoo “pickles.”)
Virgil: I did! It’s a big, sliding pickle!
Me: What’s a sliding pickle?
Virgil: Jake and the Neverland Pirates slide like a pickle!
…Perhaps I should pay more attention to Jake and the Neverland Pirates…
Virgil: Mommy, I have germs everywhere! Look!
Virgil: (After falling off the couch, through sobs he says) Somebody’s tired!
…Think he hears that very often?
Virgil: (As I’m putting on my lipstick) Mommy, is that stripes on your face?
…thank you, son… thank you.