Peter: (points to beer bottle) “Can I have some of dat?” Sibling: “No, you have to be 21.” Peter: (irate) “NO! I am 23! I can have lime!” (“Lime” translates to “wine”.)
Papa: “Every offspring is a hybrid of its parents. You’re a hybrid.” Karol: “I’m German, Italian…Neanderthal…”
Peter (chanting): “Saint Jesus, pra-ay for us!”
Mama to a child: “Pick up those eyeballs.”
Mama: “When you are older, you can be a farmer.” Peter: “Yes, and plant corn, and pork. And beans.”
