Nathan, on the way home: Dad, if you say that one more time, I'll throw you in the garbage!
Clara, singing in the van, making up the lyrics as she goes (a mishmash of primary songs and things she sees out the window)
Dad: That's a nice song. Where did you learn it?
Clara: Um, in the van.
mom: Oh, in the van?
Clara: um, Nathan learned it at preschool.
Nathan, indignant and disgusted: No, I didn't!
Nathan, on the way to the bathroom at the ranch, with dad: I know there's a bathroom here.
dad: How come? Do cowboys go potty?
Nathan: No.
dad: Why not?
Nathan: Cowboys don't have penises. They have guns!
I'm pretty sure there are some cowboys out there would disagree.
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