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.