Brody: Daddy, you still growing? Me: Me? No, I’m not growing anymore. I’m probably getting shorter, but it’s making my belly bigger. Brody: Your belly is bigger from your shirts? Me: Not from my shirts as much as from all the beer. Brody: …. Apple juice is making my belly bigger.

Brody was playing “waiter” with Melanie and brought her a soda. Melanie: Thank you, what’s this? Brody: Soda, with some funk in it. Melanie: Funk? Brody: It has funk in it. Melanie: … that’s not what I ordered.

I was in the bathroom… taking care of some ‘business’ and the door opens… Brody: I here!! Me: Either come in or go out so you can shut the door! Are you coming in? Brody: … Nope, too stinky.

Brody: I a firefighter! Melanie: Oh yeah? Hi firefighter Brody. Brody: What’s your problem? (translation: Can I help you?)

Walking towards me, carrying a medal that Pop let him use… Brody walks up to me while I’m at the dinner table. Brody: Daddy, you get a medal… for eating. Me: Wow, really? That’s… awesome. He made me put it over my head. So I obliged, then finished my meal.