Mark: Can you open the garage door?
Mom: No, I don’t want you running around the neighborhood.
Mark: I will WALK!
(4/6/09)
Mark: Are my dreams still in my room? They were not good dreams. They are bad dreams. Something was happening and I came into Mommy’s bed and said, “Mom, my room is a scary place.” Then we made some muffins.
(5/15/09)
Mark: Mom! Something is wrong with your bed! (The bed was not yet made.)
(5/09)
Mark: Where are my little markers?
Mom: I don’t know.
Mark: Maybe they rolled into a little mouse hole.
(5/15/09)
Paige: Don’t fall asleep, Mark.
Mark: Because I look weird when I am asleep?
(5/09)
Mark: Oh my goodness. Look at my eyes! They are not wet anymore!
Mom: Does that mean you are happy now?
Mark: Yes! I am! (jubilantly)
(5/19/09)
Mark, looking at some art: A long time ago in a land far, far away I did that.
(6/25/09)
Mark: I’m a little grown-up and I can prove it.
(6/24/09)
Mark: Am I too young to pull the car out of the garage by myself?
(10/09)
Mom: How about you come and play with playdough while I make dinner.
Mark: Would you like a little boy to accompany you…that lives in our family…that is me?
(11/13/09)
Mark, storming into the kitchen: Mom, please arrest my brothers.
(12/21/09)
Mark: I want to still keep my Legos when I’m rich and a big daddy-kid.
(12/28/09)