K: Hey dad- when you get in heaven, I can have a cat and mommy can have a cat!
D: Oh... that's nice, Kennedy... but you know that when I'm in heaven, I won't be here with you.
K: Yeah, but you're allergic.
*Ashlee was sitting on the couch and I sat down next to her to feed one of the babies.*
K: Hey, I wanted to sit there.
Me: Sorry, I sat down first. You sit next to me.
Ashlee: Yep. You snooze, you lose.
K: [Very matter-of-factly] You fart, you stink.
K: [Noticing a poster of our soon-to-be president] Mom, look! It's Obama! He's our present!
*My friend had her cat on her lap and was rubbing its furry belly*
K: Are you trying to get the fart out of him?