Wade (kissing me good-night): Good-night, Bob the Builder!
Me: I'm not Bob the Builder! I'm mom!
Wade (chuckling delightedly): Silly goose, Mother!
Wade: I had a dream!
Me: What was it about?
Wade: Driving, elephant, mouse, and Dr. Vickery!
(This dream is not intended to bear any resemblance to a similar statement from Martin Luther King, Jr.)
Wade: Chris, stop whistling or I'll slap your head!
Wade (loftily): Never mind. I was talking to Chris.
Chris (seriously): Is there a law against knitting while you drive?
(Some conversations just leave me opening and shutting my mouth with no sound coming out.)