Layla: (turns to look meditatively at what she has deposited in her baby toilet, and says with satisfaction) That is like a present.
Tim: (with definite disagreement) No, I think that is like poop.
Layla: (disagrees) No, it is.
Zion: (startling, and staring with mild alarm at Tim's pants, whose pockets hold his cell-phone which had just emitted a bird-like tweet signaling a notification) Dad. There's a bird in your pants.
Tim: (driving on the interstate talking to Israel in the passenger seat) Look! There's a dead deer!
Israel: (eagerly) Oh! Yeah!
(Two seconds later)
Tim: Look! There's a dead raccoon!
Israel: (astonished) Oh! Yeah! (Pauses) Did they kill each other?!
Tim: (instantly cracks up) No!!! Somebody hit them with their cars!!
Zion: How do the stars get in the sky?
Carrie: God put them there a long time ago.
Zion: When it gets night, does he grab stars out of a basket...a treasure chest...a box...or his pocket, and when no one is looking, he goes out in space and puts them there?? Is that how it happens??