Having two talking little boys? Well, some days it’s totally exasperating and exhausting, but some days it’s knee-slapping funny and melt-your-heart adorable. Here are the little morsels I managed to write down so far this year…

• While singing Bicycle by Queen, Oli stopped suddenly and said with deep sincerity (chin down, eyebrows up, eyes wide open, mouth clinched), “This song is about Jesus.”
• At the grocery store with Ryan, Oli said with a deep sigh, “Mom is better at this than you.”
• Bronson: “I think I’m ready for a half-pipe lesson.” Ummm… help!
• Oli: “Daddy is your phone metal?”
  Ryan: “Kind of. It’s made of other things, too.”
  Oli: “Who made it?”
  Ryan: “Apple.”
  Oli: “Ooo… I like apples. With peanut butter.”
• Oli to Bronson, “You’re my special friend.”
• Bronson, telling me a secret about Oli’s birthday: “Mom, I have a whisper for you.”
• Bronson, while pointing at a moose in a book, “Why are they calling that an elk with the letters? Oh, probably that’s the moose’s last name.”
• Bronson while mad at me, “I don’t like your prettiness!”
• Bronson to Oli: “Those holes (in the yard) are from baby skunks.”
  Oli, sincerely: “Maybe they’ll come talk to us.”
• Oli, while eating meatloaf, with great joy and relief, “This looks like poop, but it isn’t!”