I came up to G-Man's room and found his Mr. Potato Head collection dumped on the floor and he was trying to get inside the box where they are usually stored. Still not sure why he was doing it, but I thought it was pretty funny.
On finding G-Man curled up in bed with me in our guest bedroom (master bedroom was painted that day) at 2:00 a.m.: Me: "G-Man! Did you come to sleep with me? How did you find me?" G-Man: "I just listened and followed the sound of your snore."
"Mom! Stop the car! My friend Grover Rowbert doesn't have his buckles done!" -- G-Man, speaking of his new imaginary friend
"Hello there, little fella!" -- G-Man talking to a worm that was making his way down the driveway.
G-Man: "Mommy, who were you talking to on the phone?"
Me: "I was talking to Daddy Daddy Dear!"
G-Man: "Mommy, Daddy isn't a deer. He's not a wild animal."
"Mommy, I want to stay in your hug."
-- G-Man, after asking for a hug while we were grocery shopping.
"No, no, no. Absolutely not." -- G-Man, speaking to his Elmo doll