Norb, holding up a card: “Do you know this language?”
Papa: “Yeah, it’s the language we speak, English.”
Norb: “No, we speak American!”
Norb, holding up a card: “Do you know this language?”
Papa: “Yeah, it’s the language we speak, English.”
Norb: “No, we speak American!”
Norb: “Was I in your tummy in 4046?”
Papa: “Uh…that hasn’t come around yet.”
Norb: “Is that next month?”
Norb: “What’s one hundred million condruplement plus…”
Papa: “That’s not a number.”
Norb: “One hundred million condruplement is behind your age.”
Papa: “One is ahead of the number of brain cells you have.”
Norb: “I have so many brain cells.”
Papa: “Zero is not so many.”
Norb: “I have unlimited.”
Norbert: “Are raccoons cats or dogs?”
Papa: “Neither. They’re raccoons.”
Norbert: “…cat-dogs?”
Norbert, after crouching in the driveway picking up unidentified tiny objects and depositing them in a small box: “Der! I fink dese are tiny baby mouse eggs. We can hatch tiny baby mouses from dem.”
Norb (3), singing “…maybe we should compromise…”
Margaret (15): “Do you know what ‘compromise’ means?”
M: “It means ‘halfway happy.’”
N: “No! It means ‘crying!’”
N: “…”