Quite the compliment.

P. {to Uncle P.}:  When you sing, it sounds like Italy.

What a little too much "What Not to Wear" will do.

P. {to M.}:  Those pants look a little old, like 40 years old.  But they are good on your tushie.

Welcome to the rest of your life.

C. {upon seeing cousin open another gift of clothing}:  Aunt C., are there any toys?

Advanced Sesame Street vocab.

C.:  I have a predicament.

Prompted.

M.:  The C. on the bus says . . .

C.:  "Get on, dude!"

Yes, yes they did.

M. {upon finding C. wet in the morning}: What happened, C.?

C.:  My diaper leaked.

M.:  You don't wear diapers anymore.

C.:  My underpants leaked.

One would hope.

P. {upon learning that Mike Rowe from "Dirty Jobs" sometimes attends St. Mary the Virgin}:  Was he wearing an appropriate shirt that was clean?

Stations of the Cross, according to C.

{Sung responsively; descending chant}

I:  They put Him on the cross.

II:  Then He got off the cross.

III:  Then they put Him on the cross again.

IV:  Then He got off the cross.

V:  Then they put Him on the cross again.

VI:  Then He got off the cross.

VII:  Then they said you may be on the cross.

VIII:  Then they said you might be on the cross.

IX:  Then they went to brunch.

X:  Then they went back to church.

XI:  Then they said you might be on the cross.

{Ascending}  A-a-men.

Park Day.

Um, no.

P. {holding hands with M.}:  When I'm a teenager, can I walk by myself?

Clear on the concept. Mostly.

M. {listening to radio show with an A-to-Z song title format}:  I wonder what letter they will be on when we get back from Monterey.

P.:  They'll be all done.  They'll already be to, "Next time won't you sing with me."

The quotable Charlie Brown.

C. {to his visiting Uncle J.}:  Don't you know sarcasm when you hear it?

Say goodnight, Gracie.

D.:  C., can you hug me and say "I love you" at the same time?

C.:  I love you at the same time.

You wouldn't be the only one.

C.:  I think I'm afraid of the Bible.