Ethan: ….Because I know you don’t actually like pickles that’s why.
Francis: Ok… ahem, in a world, where I don’t care.
Simon: Lets get sandwiches!
Francis: Hey look, the pizza man…
Ethan: I’m NOT giving you pizza…I don’t want to clean that up…
Francis: But it’s my treasures…
Ethan: Far from it.
Simon: I want a sandwich but with extra sandwich…
Francis: When is breffist?
Ethan: We JUST ate.
Francis: Then what do we do on Sunday’s?
Ethan: Write, and clean. Did you know you’re named after Fitzgerald?
Francis: I’m a poet.
Ethan: No you’re not.
Francis: A starving poet. Sitting on words. . .
Simon: Hey dad! So, I’ve decided to change my name to Cinnamon…
Ethan: Oh God, no.
Simon: Francis said it was a good name! Like a superhero!
Ethan: I can’t let you change your name to Cinnamon…
Ethan: Because it’s a, because, because some people are allergic to Cinnamon and you’re four. But I KNOW A CAT WHO’S GOING TO THE VA!
Francis: Hey,when is supper around here?
Ethan: you already ate.
Francis: what about seconds and snacks and desserts?
Ethan: Francis, I don’t know how to tell you, but you’re fat.
Francis: Lies! But, I am hungry.
Ethan: you’re on a diet
Francis: This is my winter coat. . . It’s to protect me from predators.
Ethan: does it protect you from diabetes?
Simon: Hey mom! Listen, I’ve got a great idea. You should cook your way through Julia Child’s cookbook and let ME be your taste tester! I’m really good!
Simon: I’m not going to lie, I’ve got a full schedule, I already have a job. Being Dads best friend and all. But I think I could make it work.
L: But you don’t really work…
Simon: I do to, it’s real important! And when he’s gone to work, I am the protector!
L: Ooookay. If you say so.
Simon: Daad mom doesn’t believe me. Tell her my job is real important.
Ethan: What’s that? Hey, thanks for being my best friend.
Simon: I told you!
Simon: So what do I need to know, about the cats…
Casper: Well, first, they are not dogs. And they never will be.
Simon: Ok ok, well, how do I play with him?
Casper: They don’t do fetch. Sometimes, they pounce on you, while you’re sleeping. And sometimes, while you’re just walking down the stairs…
Simon: When do they sleep?
Simon: do they know about chase the stick ?
Or roll in the grass?
Or chase the ball?
Or walk around the park?
Casper: No, but sometimes, they break things and you get blamed for it. And sometimes they jump out of no where and scare you.