The Boy, upon receiving a pop (that's soda to most people): POP! I get pop for Football Sunday. Football Sunday is great. Football Sunday is LOVELY!
The Boy: Momma, I'm awesome.
The Boy, putting on his football helmet: Hike! Hike!
The Lad: Hi! (he runs into The Boy's room and runs back out with the Ironman mask on to tackle his brother) Hi! Hi!
The Lad, upon seeing the husband get the laptop in the morning: Hi-ights! Hi-ights! Ball hi-ights!
(Translation: Highlights! Baseball highlights!)
The husband: What are you going to do while I'm away this weekend?
Me: I don't know. Maybe the children's museum, maybe Target to make The Boy happy. We'll go grocery shopping to make The Lad happy -- free cookie. Survive.
Waitress at Olive Garden, where we have to go every year for the husband's birthday: Cheese?
The Lad, before anyone else can talk: CHEESE!
The husband: I'm pretty sure he wishes that were an option in all places in his life. Would you like cheese with that?
The Lad: CHEESE! CHEESE!