Observant, at least.

C. {to the tune of "Jingle Bells"}:  Garbage can, garbage can, garbage garbage can!

Priorities.

Santa:  What do you want me to bring you, C.?

C.:  Something yummy.

Bit of a disappointment ahead.

P. {explaining Communion to K.}:  When I'm six, I'm going to have the wine.  The wine is very popular.   I think the wine tastes like God.  Whatever it is, I think God is very yummy.

No, we just paid fifty bucks a ticket.

P. {in a Disneyland restroom}:  This bathroom is for rich men.  D., are we rich?

And your last name is, what, an adverb?

P.:  I'm going to Disneyland!  I'm five.  My name is P.

Cab Driver:  Hi, P.  My name is Singh.

P.:  Sing?  Your name is a verb?

Actually, no.

C. {banging on railing of crib}:  I play my organ.

M.:  Are you making music?

C.:  No.  Need batteries.

Oh, so that's what it takes for it to sink in.

M. {frustrated after a post-timeout talk}:  P., I love you.

P. {perking up}:  I know that!

M.:  How do you know that?

P.:  You told me that a million times!

Not in a position to disagree.

C.:  Nacka!

M.:  What does that mean?  I don't know that word.

C.:  It's Spanish.

Have a contingency plan.

P. {to D.}:  When you die and don't need this car anymore, can I have it?

Well, there was a family resemblance.

C. {to stained glass window of Jesus}:  Jesus!

C. {to stained glass window of John the Baptist}:  'Nother Jesus!

Show-off.

C. {on the phone to our priest}:  God made us.

Eco-scold.

C. {watching M. take out the trash}:  Reduce, reuse, recycle!

Not plagiarism -- "inspired by."

P. {saying grace before breakfast}: O God, bless these flakes in the name of your Gospel.  And bless this milk, in the name of your holy people, and all milk everywhere.  Amen

Good point.

M.:  You know, God is always taking care of us.  God never sleeps.

P.:  But after God made the world, he had to rest.

And it was.

C.:  Amma, Papa, 'tinky mess.

Possibly an overreaction.

C. {pointing at fire extinguisher}:  Hose!

M.:  Yes, C.  That's a fire extinguisher.  But it's only for an emergency.

C.:  911?

Not a math wizard.

D.:  Ready, C.?  One . . .

C.:  Two . . . three . . . two . . . one . . . blast off!

You had to be there.

M.:  What do you want to pray for, C.?

C.:  Brother.