Greta, Finn and I are in the car, driving two miles to the post office. The conversation, if you can call it that, goes exactly like this:
Finn: "Momma ate a snail once. Dat's gwoss."
Greta: "That's disgusting. I hope they knocked the slime of it, first."
Finn: "Some people don't have ornaments on their Christmas Tree. Just lights."
Greta: "We read a book today about a giant snowman. It had tree trunks for arms."
Finn: "I don't evah, evah want to hold a lobstah."
Greta: "What is that day in January, Martin Luther King, Jr. day? We have school off that day, because he was really important."
Finn: "I totally hate lobstahs. Cwabs are okay, though."
Greta: "I want to have a holiday named after me when I die. They could call it Funny Greta Day."
Finn: "You know what would be gwoss? Eating your own tongue."
Greta: "Are there any holidays named after girls? There should be."
Finn: "I used to be fwee. Now I'm four. I don't wanna sit in my boostah seat anymore."
Greta: "Is it daytime in China now?"
Finn: "I went to China once. When I was a baby. Nobody saw me."
Greta: "You totally did not go to China. You're lying."
Finn: "I did. Santa took me."
Greta: "I can count to a million now."
Finn: "Spongebob is a kid. But Squidwahd is a gwown up."
Greta: "I can't believe you ate a snail, Mom."
Finn: "I nevah, evah, want to eat a snail."
Greta: "Mom? Are you even listening? Mom?"
Me: "Hmmm? Oh, yes. Sure. Snails."
**and for the record - I ate an escargot. It's totally not disgusting if you say it in french.