Tom is watching Star Trek.
Tom: I didn't know is that Wiffy Goldberg was in this show.
Dad: It's Whoopy, Whoopy Goldberg.
Me: Emelia, are you clever?
Emelia: Yes.
Me: Where's your big brain? Is it in your head?
Emelia: No, in my face.
Strong winds have recently blown the back yard trampoline over. I point it out to three year old Emelia:
Me: Oh my, how do you think that happened?
Emelia: Doggie did it.
Me: Doggie is not strong enough, and doesn't have opposable thumbs. It was the wind.
Emelia: *stunned silence*
Tom: You know what I'd like for dinner next time?
Dad: What?
Tom: Tunips.
Dad: What the hell is a tunip? Do you mean a turnip?
Tom: Yeah, a turnip.
Tom: What's the stuff in blue cheese? Is it blueberries?
Dad: Actually, it's mold.
Tom: Mold?!
Tom: Dad, you shaved a moustache. What's that bit under your lip called? A stub?
Dad: It's a soul patch Tom.
Tom: Dad, can I hang candy walking sticks on the tree?
Dad: They're candy canes son.
12:45 pm...as I'm stirring the chilli for lunch
Eva: Dad, can I have some breakfast?
Tom: When you eat salad you should use salad pliers.
Dad: Salad pliers?
Tom: I mean salad pluckers.
Dad: I think what you REALLY mean is salad tongs.
Tom: Have you ever been to a strip club?
Dad: Just once.
Tom: Did you put money in the lady's pants?
Dad: No Tom.
Dad: Eva, what are you staring at?
Eva: Dad, you have a lot of bald patches.
Dad: Thanks Eva. I'm almost 40, so I don't think I'm doing too bad.
Eva: Dad, if you own a cat, you can use it as a gun.
Dad: What?
Eva: Yeah you hold its back legs like this and front legs like this you can pretend it's a gun. *makes machine gun noise*
Dad: Eva, no.
Eva: Dad, do you know that song from Hairspray? Is it "Good morning Maltimore"?
Dad: It's "Baltimore" Eva
Tom: Now that David Cameron is leaving who's going to be Prime Minister
Eva: Mom could be Prime Minister
Tom: Mom can't be Prime Minister, she doesn't have the right degree.
Mom: You don't need a degree to be Prime Minister
Tom: Well, you at least need a paloma then
Eva: Look at my muscles Dad. I have a six pack
Dad: Oh yeah? Well I have a beer cake.
Eva: Haha. You have a beard cake.
Eva: Dad, the movie just went off.
Dad: You touched the remote buttons again didn't you?
Eva: Yes.