As opposed to hunters, gatherers and scavengers.

P.:  Are we grocery-ers?

You'd better listen to the voice of reason.

P. {chastising D. for talking during a radio show}:  The man said "Listen to the music," not "Talk to the music."

First quotation.

C.:  Beep, beep beep.  Hey!  Beep, beep.  Outta my way!

First original sentence.

C.:  Bye bye, choo-choo.

Never too young to learn how to navigate HMO complaint systems.

P.:  Aetna is not being very positive.

Parlor game blasé.

M. {teaching P. to play ping-pong}:  You're doing a really good job!

P.:  I knowed all about this game.  Can we play cricket now?

Chances are, she doesn't.

P.:  K., do you want to be a pyrotechnician when you grow up?

Chances are, it was.

P. {upon awakening}:  America, happy birthday!

P. {a few minutes later}:  I told America, "happy birthday" but it didn't hear me.  I think America is still asleep.

Yet another complexity of imaginary grandchildren.

P.:  Hank wants to tell you "Happy Father's Day."

D.:  Thank you, Hank.

P.:  He hasn't said it yet.

Coping mechanism.

P.:  Pretending things helps you express your feelings.

D.:  Who taught you that, buddy?

P.:  I just came up with it in my idea.  It came out in my words.

We'll have to assume so.

P. {at evening prayers}:  I thank God for God.

M.:  I thank God for God, too.

P.:  And he thanks you for you.

We all have our roles to play.

D.:  And God bless M., the cook.

P.:  And God bless D., the sleeper.

Nursery rap.

P.:  Little Boy Blue has lost his shoe and doesn't know where to find it.  Leave him alone and they'll come home, wagging their laces behind them.

Post hoc ergo propter hoc.

P.:  When I grow up I want to be a superhero.  Then I can wear my underpants on top.

Verb, intransitive.

P.:  I can't believe I bingoed!

Advanced topics in formalwear.

P. {upon seeing D. wearing a bowtie}:  That's not a work tie.  That's a getting married tie.