Peter lay in bed tonight. "How long is night? 10 hours?" he asked, semi-frustrated. "Yep," I answered. "Enjoy it now." "It's too long!" he cried.

When I asked Peter where his socks where this morning as he was putting on his shoes, he said to me, "I don't know where they go! It's just like magic!"

"You know what I want to be for Halloween? St. Louis!" (Anna means Esther, played by Judy Garland in the musical movie, Meet Me in St. Louis)

"Mark my words. You're going to marry a potato farmer from Idaho who loves to camp." Lane, to Sarah