Overheard by me as I laughed around the corner:
N(reading J a book): "Lookit! A pamingo (aka flamingo), J. Can you say pamingo?"
N: "No. You're saying it wrong. It's PA-mingo, not AH-mingo. Say it right!"
...Repeat previous two lines over and over...
J (shaking head): "Oh, N, you makin' me CWAZY!"
N & J arguing over lyrics of Rebecca Black's Friday:
N: "NO! (singing) It "Friday, Friday, you get down Friday..."
J: "Friday, Friday, GET DOWN!"
Repeated until my ears bled.
Me: "N, please do not kick J in his face."
N: "Oh, I not kicking him. I just covering his mouth with my feet."
N (yelling something loudly, so I asked him what he said): "YIKES! Like Y-K-S, you know?"
N: "No blowin' at me soldier!"
J: "That not me. That just you!"
Me: "J, how much do you love Daddy?"
J: "A LOT of much."
J: "Mom. Hold me on your lap, and I will tell you a little story about a robot."
N (when I asked him not to pick his nose/eat the contents because boogers were gross): "But, Ab, sometimes my boogers are good. They taste like paper...or cheese. But not like pee or poop...or any other gross potty words."