The following conversations and fragments could be overheard in our home had you been the proverbial fly on the wall (as opposed to the ACTUAL fly on our wall whose flight-paths are driving our cat crazy....):

Gameboy has been wanting to learn to cook pancakes, waffles, etc.  Esp. the cracking eggs part.

Me:  "You know,  you could be a chef when you grow up.  That'd be a cool job.  Like Bobby Flay!"

Gameboy:  "Nah, I want to be a video game tester for Nintendo."  Then he cups his hands around his mouth and whispers:  "But not the Barbie games!"

Barngirl is reading a book where one of the characters has a seizure disorder (Red Rock Mysteries....both my kids LOVE them!).  She asks me about it, and I say:

Me: "It might be epilepsy."

Barngirl:  "Isn't that where someone reads letters backwards?"

Me:  "I believe you're thinking of dyslexia."

Gameboy spent the afternoon across the street at a friend's house.  When he came home, he shared this little nugget:

Gameboy:  "I was picking the dead skin off my feet at -----'s house, but don't worry.  I didn't throw the dead skin on the carpet......I put it in my pocket."

His don't look that good, even after his expert exfoliating technique......