Tristan: "I don't have any booger, I'm just putting my finger in my nose."

We bought a lockbox for medicine bottles, so that Tristan can't get to them. But he immediately grabbed the box and said he needed it for his toys.

That uncomfortable feeling when your toddler wants whipped cream in his Mexican rice.

Tristan's bold claim this morning: "Me no want chocolate anymore!"

Tristan: "Where Tudum (Netflix noise) come from, Daddy?"

Tristan, in a serious voice: "Shark car...gonna eat someone."

Our two and a half year old son eats sriracha in his macaroni and cheese, and now he wants to put in Samyang 2x spicy sauce in it because I gave him a couple drops of it in his mi goreng.

Tristan will wake up crying from his nap and need to be held, but he will also insist (via pointing) that I open *both* curtains before we leave the room because that is The Way Of Things.

Jasmine's coworkers: Strong opinions, weakly held. Tristan: Weak opinions, strongly held.

Jasmine was explaining how in a certain movie with a couple of dogs, one of them seems like it's going to die but then "it doesn't die". Tristan then held up two fingers and said, "two dog die".

Jasmine was pointing out that it looked like an eggplant we were preparing had a butt, and Tristan pointed at the butt and said "poop".

Jasmine: "You know what pain is? You sometimes feel pain when you get a boo-boo. It makes you say 'ouch'!" Tristan: *Laughs*

Harvest.

How our son decided to eat his ice cream cones.

Wolf!!!

Jasmine, unprompted as she stares off into the distance: "It's a good thing we don't live very long..."

Jasmine just tossed me this month's Sticker Club envelope (courtesy of @erinkubo.bsky.social), and said "here's your Goblin Mail".