After a brutal kick in the kidney from Little Miss:
The Kid: Is Little Miss trying to dig out again?
Upon being told he was going to get to play with cousins he hasn't seen in a few years:
The Kid: Who are these "cousins"? And will they have toys?
Making exotic dinner menu suggestions:
The Kid: You know what I think? I think we should try having some of those lollipops for dinner sometime.
Sitting up in bed the other morning, stretching after at least a solid 9 hours sleep (jerk-face):
The Kid: Oh my, what a night I had!
After a suspicious crash in the living room:
Me: What are you doing in there?!
The Kid: I'm just not gonna tell you.
When dada declined to be used as a human jungle gym:
The Kid: Daddy, you're killin' me smalls.
Last, but not least--just to prove where he gets his silliness, perhaps--after we had hatted and booted and bundled him up for school today and then hustled him out onto the front porch:
The Kid: You guys--hey, you guys! I don't have shoes on.
(Indeed, he did not. Smooth move mom and dad.)