While waiting to be seated at a restaurant for brunch…

TB: Put a pancake straight in my mouth.  I’m hungry.

In the car on the way home from brunch…

TB: I would like to go somewhere.  I would like to go buy some Jordans.  Actually, I would like my parents to buy me some Jordans.

Rounding out the day, The Boy ponders what he will wear on the morrow….

TB: Am I going to wear purple tomorrow?  I sure would like to wear purple tomorrow.  I wish I could wear purple tomorrow.

And the day’s piece de resistance occurred as The Boy marched upstairs for bed….

He hummed “Battle Hymn of the Republic” while blowing raspberries.