Hubby and Large Fry are semi-cuddled on the couch, feet towards each other so they can share a blanket.
Hubby: [*pthbbhthbt*] Excuse you!
Large Fry: Daddy! Ew! That wasn't me. That was you!
Hubby: Are you sure? I think it was you.
Large: Daddy! No! Was not!
Hubby: Was too!
Large: Was not!
Hubby: Was too!
Another minute or so goes by.
Hubby: [*phbbtbthbbbpt*] Excuse you!
Large: DADDY!! EW!! That was YOU!
Hubby: Was not.
Large: Was too!
A few minutes later...
Large: [*poot poot*] Excuse you!
Hubby [chuckling]: Very good!
Hubby: Okay, who wants to go get Daddy a soda?
Small Fry: Me!
She dashes out of the room, only to return a few minutes later, hands tucked behind her back.
Small: Daddy, dewre was no more soda. It's all gone. Dewre's none left!
Hubby [suitably aghast]: There's no more? Oh, no!
Small [pulling soda bottle out from behind her back]: I was just kidding!
Hubby [shouting up from kitchen]: Honey, do you need a soda?
Small appears in the living room, hands tucked behind her and a suspiciously impish grin on her face.
Small: Mommy, I don't have a soda for you.
Small [pulls bottle out and hands it to me]: I was just joking!
Small is in the den. She bends over and puts her hands on the floor, kind of aiming her heinie in Hubby's general direction.
Small: Stinky is coming! [pause] [*POOT*] There it is!
Hubby is rather shocked and trying not to laugh.
Small straightens up and gives him a goobery grin and giggles.
Small: Hey, Mama, how's youwr belly feelin'?
Hubby is tucking the twin Fries in bed. They've already done the usual bedtime prayer.
Hubby: Okay, who's going to pray for good dreams?
Medium Fry: Not me!
Small: I will! Deawr God, please help Medium an' Lawrge an' me to haff good dwreams, an' bless Mama's belly so it feels bettewr soon! Amen!
Medium: No fair! I wanted to pwray fowr Mama's belly!
So...now we have to break up that prayer so that each of them can take half.