Daddy: "Hey, ladies don't talk like that. Only icky boys talk like that. Are you an icky boy??"
Myla: "NOOOOOO! I'm a icky little GIRL!"
Daddy: "What? Where'd that come from??"
Daddy: "What? What's 'martini'?"
Daddy: "This is nice, sitting up here, listening to music, just all hangin' out..."
Mommy: "I bet it is - for YOU!" [I have 2 little people climbing all over me, dancing on me, jumping on me, pulling my hair...]
Mommy: "Hey - I think there is too much estrogen on this chair right now!!"
Daddy: "Yee-AH. I think there is too much estrogen in this HOUSE!" [Face buried in hands...]
Myla: "I love my mom - she is cute! She is a princess. I am a princess. Addie is a princess...."
Daddy: "What about daddy? What is daddy?"
Mommy: "Is daddy a prince, or a night in shining armor??"
Myla: "YEAH. Daddy your a annarmor!"