Lincoln Liners and Ivan-isms Return

It's been a long time since I posted these. I've been really bad at keeping track of them, but here on the ones I have written down in the last, oh, six months or more. :)

Lincoln Liners

"Mom! Daddy bought you a Sprote (Sprite) to make you feel better!"

Aaron: "Linc, what do you want to talk about for family home evening?"

L: "How about evil men? Can we talk about evil men?

I: "I'm super fast!"

L: "Um, Ivan, actually, I'm the fastest in the world."

Me: "Linc, you're kind of a silly boy, ya know?"

L: "Nope. I'm a man child."

 "My mouth, it can't get unspiced!"

"Lotion stays on for a long long long long time. Like 30 minutes."

"Ivan, stop it! You're being disastrous!"

"Mom, did you know what? I keep secrets!"

"Mom can you read this? It says Ppaglio. Ppaglio is another word for table."

"I don't want to take a bath! I took a bath last year!" 

“I wish the lettuce was yellow…or purple.” 

Ivan-isms

"I love cameras and new diapers."

"Oh, I live on Earth, and Lincoln does and Daddy does and Delia does."

Every time I drain the bathtub, I: "The water's going down, it's going down!" I'm sure that's from Nemo.

Me: "Ivan, what should we have for dinner?"
I: "Adelia Mae Swan."

"Oh no! A big monster's coming and it's gonna eat us up for supper! Get in the cave!"

Me: "Ivan why are you crying?"
I: "I don't know!"

"Oh, my pumpkin turned into a quesadilla."

One morning, Aaron and I woke up to Lincoln yelling, "Dad, we're afraid!"
I: "We're afraid of the wolf!" And then they both giggled their little heads off for a minute, and then
L: "Dad, we're afraid!"
I: "We're afraid of the wolf! It's going to eat us!" More giggling. They kept up more of the same for about 10 minutes.

"At least no tears got on my sunglasses."

"Stop acting like an alien."

"Mom! Don't ever talk to me again while I'm drinking my milk!"

"Watch. If I take a bite of spaghetti, it makes my eyes blink."

I: “Mom will you make me some lunch?

Me: “It’s almost 5:00pm we already had lunch!”

I, sagging his shoulders and sticking his lip out really far:”I just don’t have enough food to grow big like you.”

I: “Mom I don’t like this Salmon. It makes my eyes shut and open.”

I: “Mom what day is it?”

Me: “Wednesday.”

I: “C’mon! Let’s get ready for Wednesday!”

Me: “Ivan what can you see out the window?”

I: “Letters, and numbers, and *gasp* a food place! Look Mom, it’s a food place! Where we can get food!”

“Mommy, I won’t cut myself in the hair.”

“I can eat a whole pickle, with a zebra in it!”