H: (in reference to B) He's not big or little. He's small-medium.
H: Why do you and Papa kiss so much?
Me: Because it's fun.
H: Oh. Well...can I have fun, too?
Me: Oh, you can have all the fun you want when you're 35.
H: Okay....(after a few moments). Mooooom. You're 25. That's not as big as 35.
Me: Why can't you be a normal 3 year old?
H: No one is normal in this family.
After waking up to discover I was not laying in bed with him, but was instead downstairs watching TV.
B: Momma, don't ever, ever go downstairs.
H: I'm hungry, too. This is serious!
H: You're all going to be prisoner of the castle of age.
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