Me: "I'm glad you're here, because I'm going to need your opinion."
Cole: "Oh, I have HUNDREDS of opinions."
Cole: "This book forgets my minds!" (I think he meant blew his mind?)
Cole: "That doesn't rhyme, Daddy."
Dad: "It's close, though."
Cole: " Nope, it's far away. Not even close."
Cole: "What is that bird carrying?"
Me: "It's a kite."
Cole: "Why is the bird carrying a kite?"
(sees a picture of the Statue of Liberty)
Cole: "I like her ice cream cone she's holding. I think it's vanilla."
Me: "Haha! Wasn't that a funny joke I just told?"
Cole: "Well, not really."
Cole: "Now that I'm six, I'm practically a grown up."