in his middle of the night move from his own bedroom to our bed,
"Mama, you are fun. But you're old."
in the car on the way home from school,
"You smell like Sam from iCarly's armpit!"
"God made hot sauce."
in his tension relieving prayer for mama on the way to take a big exam early this morning,
"I pray for Mama to say "Bobby!"" (a la Whitney during the short-lived Being Bobby Brown show -- no, he himself has not seen it, though he emulates my and the Mister's silly reenactment.)
"for Mama not to fart."
"for Mama not to pee her pants."
"for Mama to be calm."