Poor Neighbors Downstairs

"I'm a dinosaur. Roar!"
Pitta, pitta, pitta, pitta. Two children run down the hall.
"I'm eatin' you."
"I'm a 'pider."
Pitta, pitta, pitta, pitta. Two children run up the hall.
"I'm a shark...dooh, doot (as in Jaws)."
Pitta, pitta, pitta, pitta.
Ad infinitum.

Plans

"Mommy, what do you want to be when you grow up?"

"An attorney."

"Great. Caleb is going to be a fisherman and I'm going to be a fisher-ballerina."

"Daddy, what do you want to be when you grow up?"

"Brand Manager with a Fortune 500 finance company."

Brief, blank expression..."Excellent. That's a good idea."

Maddie's New Song

"Maddie's Special New Song" debuted at bed time this evening. As close as I can recall, it goes as follows:

There was a Princess Unanuna.
She moved both of her hands.
Then there was a beach of Lin and Tinkertooraloo.
They floated in and out of the sky
and landed on the Idaho.
Idaho.
Idaho.
And Cambridge.
And Boston.
And America.
And Binanoonabinbin...din.
The end, Daddy. You can leave now.