From the Mouths of Babes in September

Sudden screaming and sobbing
Eileen: I saw a squirrel!!!! sob sob sob

Eileen: Are those spirits?  (referring to the steam rising from my coffee)

Linus:  Hey you're wasting all of them (pumpkin pancakes) on Robin!
Me:  Feeding the baby is not wasting.

Me:  You are not the boss of Dylan.
Linus:  I AM the boss of applesauce.
Eileen: And I'm the boss of moss.

Linus:  I'm going to wear my Seahawks shirt and blue pants and put those black streaks on my face and paint my skin brown.
Me:  Uhhhh. So you can be like Russell Wilson?
Linus:  Uh huh.
Me:  Um.  How about you just wear your Seahawks clothes.  You can still be like Russell Wilson, but lets not paint your skin brown.  followed by awkward conversation about the history of blackface

Chilling at soccer practice