Early morning, Benjamin wearing Toy Story underpants (and nothing else).
Jack: Look at that! Look at Buzz Lightyear! Look at Woody!
Benjamin, looking down at his underwear, and then up at Jack, crying: "I don't see my Woody!"
Later the same day, in the van:
Jack: I'm older than Piper (neighbor girl).
Me: No, she's older than you. She's already 4.
Jack: Damn.
Me: Jack, that's not a nice word!
Jack: Mom, I said "damn" because Piper is older than me!
Me: Uh, yes, you used it correctly. But it's still not very nice.
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