Lance: Uncle Joe, I like your lady friend.
Uncle Joe: Thank you, do you want to marry her?
Lance: I can’t marry her. I can’t even make my own chocolate milk.

Lance, 4

Andrew (while cuddling with Mom on the couch): Mom-I love you. I want to marry you.
Mom: Awww, that’s so nice, but you can’t marry Mommy.
Andrew: Yes I can. Why not?
Nicholas: Because! She’s a girl, but she’s a MOM-girl!

Andrew, 5, and brother Nicholas

Mom, I’m going to marry you and we are going to live in a house with birthday cakes on the roof.

Simon, 3

Mom, I love you from the earth to the moon, then back and then back to the moon, and then around the moon, and then back to the earth and then around the earth too!

Madison, 6

I love you, mom. Thank you for having me… and keeping me. Thank you for not putting me for adoption.

I love you more than 1,000 centuries, more than anybody or anything like a bunny or something bigger than the whole world including China.

Daphne, 5