Feed the World

Zach:.....BAM BAM BAM... (unintelligible)..BAM.. Shooting gun!

Betsy: Zach! NO! There are no shooting guns in this house.

Zach: Yes, but this shooting gun shoots apples for hungry children.

Silence

Mom, can you stop talking? I want to hear the birds.

Dance Party

My fire station has a special place where you can hang up your coat and take off your boots, and have a dance.

Broccoli

Zach: Mom, how did you make this? Who made this?

Betsy: What?

Zach: Mom, did you make this broccoli?

Betsy (looking at Zach eyeballing his broccoli with a frown....): Do you like it?

Zach: It's hopeless!

Alone together

During a play date with his friend, Andrew:

Zach: What do you want to play?

Andrew: I want alone time. (Sits down on the couch)

Zach: But what do you want to play?

Andrew: I want to be alone.

Zach (sitting down on the couch next to Andrew): How about if we be alone together? Some guys do that.

Upgrades

...After telling Zach about visiting a friend's house to see her new kitchen...
(We have a plastic play kitchen in our big one)

Betsy: ...Because Daddy and I want to get a new kitchen in our house, too.

Zach: I want a new kitchen. I mean, for my little kitchen.

Betsy: What would you like to be different about it?

Zach: I want a kitchen with a tractor and a train track that goes around it. And with little people. For when Katie gets bigger.

Tahlia

Betsy: Wait, do I know Tahlia? Who's she? What does she look like?

Zach: She's really pretty, and she has a lot of hair. And she's like you, but a kid. A girl kid.

Betsy: What's she like?

Zach: She likes me!