Ring

Pop: So, did you carry the ring in that wedding?
Caleb: Yeah, I was the ring barrier.

Wedding

Elizabeth: Caleb, do you think you can marry me at a wedding?
Caleb: Ummm, I don't think so. I'll probably marry Mom. Sorry.
Elizabeth: Okay. Well, I have a pretty dress.
Caleb: Yeah, and I got this suit. And I look way better than Dad.

Bikes

Elizabeth: My bike is so fast, I can ride like the wind.

More Birthday

Tall

Caleb: Mom, I'm getting really tall now, aren't I?
Elizabeth: I'm getting tall too. Look! I'm all the way up to my hair!

Princess Birthday

Happy Birthday, Little Princess.

Flywhopper

Elizabeth: Mommy, we need a flywhopper so we can whop all these flies!

Pink Shirt

Caleb: (loudly) Dad, WHY is that guy wearing a PINK shirt?
Dad: I guess he likes pink shirts.
Caleb: But he is a man. Why would he wear a pink shirt?
Dad: Some men like pink shirts.
Caleb: Do you like pink shirts?
Dad: They're okay, I guess. I think I have pink dress shirt.
Caleb: Well, you should give it to that guy because it appears that he likes to dress like a GIRL.

Cocker Spaniel

Caleb: Dad, I don't think I've ever seen a dog like that one.
Dad: That is a Cocker Spaniel.
Caleb: REALLY?! So it can talk?
Dad: Mmmm... nope. Why did ask that?
Caleb: You said it was a Talker Spaniel. So it can talk?
Dad: I said it was a Cocker Spaniel.
Caleb: What?! Dad, you are joking with me. That is not a Taco Spaniel.

Zoop!

Elizabeth: Daddy, if Caleb wasn't wearing his seat belt, the wind would blow him and he would go zoop! Right out the window!
Dad: That's true, Bethie.
Caleb: It is true, but I wish she would stop smiling when she says that.

Vader Returns

Caleb: I am DAAAAARK VADER!

(Officially the best $4 we ever spent at a yard sale.)

Big Head

Elizabeth: I'm dwawin' a picture of evewybody.
Dad: That's cool. Who's that one?
Elizabeth: That's you, Daddy. I dwawed a weeeeaaaally big head for you.
Dad: Hm. Yes. Why did you draw me with such a big head?
Elizabeth: Dad, I just think your head is weally huge. But I did dwaw you some little hair.

Gun Show

Dad: Hey Caleb, I got two tickets. You wanna go?
Caleb: Sure. Where we going?
Dad: To the gun show!!! Booyah!
Caleb: Gun show? Are there real guns there?
Dad: The guns are my arms.
Caleb: Oh. I'd rather have tickets to the movies. Do you have any of those tickets?
Dad: Uh... no.
Elizabeth: Dad, I just can't understand you.

Superheros

Here is Caleb as Batman and his sidekick Uncle Jeremy as Redneck Batman.

Kick

Elizabeth: Daddy, is it okay if I kick Caleb today?
Dad: It is absolutely not okay.
Elizabeth: Okay, Daddy. I guess I'll just kick myself then.

Weasel

Dad: Hey, Bethie. Whatcha doing?
Elizabeth: I'm drawin a picture on the weasel.

Saturday Morning

Snowpocalypse 2010

Running

Mom: Do you think it's okay if I go running?
Dad: Um... That seems foolish. There's snow on the roads. You could die.
Mom: "...I could die"? Seriously?
Dad: Uh... but if you want to, I guess...
Caleb: Mom, why is your stomach like that?
Mom: Like what?
Caleb: Why is your stomach puffy?
Mom: ...
Dad: ...
Mom: I'm going running.

Dark Vader

Dad: See ya in a couple days, buddy.
Caleb: Where's Dad going again?
Mom: He's going away for a couple days with the people who work at our church.
Caleb: Dad, you better take a lightsaber.
Dad: You think so?
Caleb: Definitely. You never know when Dark Vader is gonna show up. Or the Joker. You know what? You should probably take my Batman mask too.
Dad: This will be the best elders' retreat ever.
Caleb: Unless Dark Vader shows up. He could ruin everything. You better take a lightsaber.

Christmas '09

Christmas in Colorado Springs!

Corn

Caleb: The corn on my taco sandwich is delicious! Don't you think so, Bethie?
Elizabeth: I can't get the corn on my fork 'cause it keeps not getting on there.

Snow

Elizabeth: Is it ice cweam?

Eighteen Again

Caleb: I don't know if you 'member or not, Dad, but it was just my birthday. So I'm four now.
Dad: I think I recall something about a birthday...
Caleb: Yeah. Don't forget - I'm four now. But when I am old like you, I won't have any hair. How old are you, Dad? Eighteen?
Dad: Not quite.
Caleb: When I'm as old as you, I'll be eighteen with no hair. But now I'm four. Maybe next year I'll be eighteen. But probably I'll be fourteen. Maybe just ten, but with hair.