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  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>3 December 2005</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>2003-2004</date>
      <text>
        Eric used to say "I need don't want" instead of "I don't
        want".  This started about two years ago and eventually
        morphed into "I want don't want" before morphing back into "I
        need don't want".  At some point along the line he started
        placing great emphasis on the "WANT" when he was upset,
        throwing a fit or very serious about not wanting something
        (this made him almost sound like a teenager). He eventually
        quit saying it altogether about a year ago.
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>no</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>12 January 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>Sometime between January and June 2005</date>
      <text>
        While putting a load of laundry into the dryer, I took the
        lint from the previous load and threw it into the toilet. As I
        flushed it, Eric watched the ball of lint go down and, looking
        at me with a look of sympathy, said, "Oh no...there goes
        your vagina."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>no</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>28 November 2005</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>July or August 2005</date>
      <text>
        After church one Sunday afternoon Katie and Brigham were both
        napping while I ate lunch (macaroni and cheese) with Eric.
        When I asked him what he had learned in primary he told
        me a few things about the Holy Ghost.  As I pressed him for
        details he told me that the Holy Ghost makes us feel good
        (this occurred several months previous to the quote on 13
        November).  I agreed with him and said that he can make us
        feel happy in our hearts.  When I asked him where his heart
        was, he pointed to his chest. After a moment of silence he
        then asked, "and is my heart all dirty with macaroni?"
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>28 November 2005</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>5 August 2005</date>
      <text>
        One afternoon while Eric and Brigham were playing on the
        living room floor, Katie and I overhead Brigham getting upset
        about something (apparently Eric had taken a toy from him
        or was tormenting him in some way). After a moment we heard
        Brigham say in his broken, methodical way, "Ewk [Eric]...I'm
        going....to break...you...in...half...and...eat...you."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>September 2005</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>September 2005</date>
      <text>
        "Mama, when I'm a big daddy I can swim in the ocean by myself
        and I won't be scared. And then I can go to my big school and
        do 'ecomomics'."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>September 2005</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>September 2005</date>
      <text>
        In response to being told he couldn't have any of my cake,
        as he'd already had too much, he said "Let me just have a
        little smell." 
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>9 September 2005</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>9 September 2005</date>
      <text>
        Eric told me, "Mama, I want a baby 'stister'". "You do?" I
        asked. "Oh, is a 'stister' a girl?" "Yes," I answered. "Oh, I
        want a baby brother."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>15 September 2005</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>15 September 2005</date>
      <text>
        While eating chocolate chips Eric said, "Chocolate chips have
        spirits. Okay?"
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>24 September 2005</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>24 September 2005</date>
      <text>
        Before bed, I poured some Pedialite into Eric's and Brigham's
        sippy-cups (Brigham had been sick).  Wondering if Eric's claim
        that it tastes like Gatorade was true, I took a sip from the
        bottle.  Eric said, "Daddy, don't drink the sick-juice...you
        might get Briggie's germs." I replied, pointing at his cup,
        "You might get his germs too." He furrowed his brow and said
        very seriously, "I already have Briggie's germs!"
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>24 September 2005</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>24 September 2005</date>
      <text>
        As I put some cream on Brigham's diaper rash, Eric, who had
        been inspecting the infected area, took a moment to give
        Brigham an anatomy lesson: "These things behind your penis are
        called (emphasizing each syllable very clearly)
        'tex-i-cals'...little balls." I then asked him, "What are they
        called, Eric?" "'Tex-i-cals', Daddy, 'tex-i-cals'."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>no</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>24 September 2005</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>24 September 2005</date>
      <text>
        While at Lowe's, I was trying to find a long measuring tape
        for measuring our property.  When I came across a measuring
        wheel (just a little wheel on a stick that measures distance)
        I got a bit excited and pulled it out to give it a try.  Eric
        was immediately curious and asked what it was. As I tried it
        out, I muttered something to him about how I could use it to
        measure how many feet I had walked. He and Brigham proceeded
        to play with two of the devices while I looked at some less
        expensive measures. A few minutes later he approached me and
        asked, "Daddy, this will tell me how many feets I have?".
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>24 September 2005</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>24 September 2005</date>
      <text>
        After I put the boys down for bed, Brigham had requested a
        ball that he had thrown in the bushes outside the front
        door. Not able to find it, but finding a toad instead, I
        walked into the dark bedroom and handed the 'ball' to
        Brigham. He started to reach into my hand, touched it a couple
        of times, then got a very surprised look on his face - the
        only thing he could say was, "Oh!". Both were quite excited to
        have a toad on their bed (they were sharing a double bed since
        they didn't have their bunks yet). When I took the toad away
        after several minutes, it peed on my hand and the
        carpet. After I tossed it out the front door, Eric asked,
        "Daddy, where does toad pee come from?" I told him I didn't
        know, but it probably had a little hole for it. He then said,
        "Oh, it's not like us because we pee out of our penises." I
        asked, "What about Mama?" "She doesn't have a penis," he
        replied. "What does she pee out of?" I asked. "Her vagina."
        "So, Mama pees out of a hole too," I said.  He responded, "Oh,
        so mama pees like a toad." 
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>no</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>25 September 2005</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>25 September 2005</date>
      <text>
        Before his bath, Eric asked how many wheels a car has.  We
        counted them. I then asked how many feet a dog has and we
        determined it was the same number as wheels on a car. "But how
        many feet does Captain have?" I asked (referring to my
        childhood dog, living with my parents). "Oh, he only has three
        because one of them broke off while he was still in Grammie's
        tummy." 
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>28 November 2005</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>Previous to November 2005</date>
      <text>
        Until a few weeks ago, Brigham called "Eric" "Ewk".
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>no</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>28 November 2005</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>13 November 2005</date>
      <text>
        Coming home from church, Eric told us about his primary class
        and that he had learned that the Holy Ghost makes our hearts
        feel good.  By the time we had gotten home, Brigham had
        morphed this little teaching into "the Holy Ghost makes my
        horsie good".
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>28 November 2005</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>Roughly 21 November 2005</date>
      <text>
        As I was working in the office, Eric woke up and asked me
        where Brigham was. Brigham, who had woken up a couple of hours
        earlier, due to a bad dream, was sleeping with Katie in our bed,
        so I told him that I thought he was in my room.  Eric then
        proceeded to look for something under the futon (in the office).
        Not sure what he was looking for, I went back to my work. After
        a minute he asked again, "But Daddy, where's Briggie?".  I
        explained again that he was in my bedroom.  Eric then looked in
        the bathroom and came back to the office and looked under the
        futon, after which I realized that he might be looking for
        Brigham.  When I assured him that Brigham wasn't under the futon
        but in my bed, Eric insisted that he was close by.  I then
        realized that he could hear Brigham snoring, and that it was so
        loud that Eric was convinced Brigham was much closer than my
        bedroom!
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>28 November 2005</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>Roughly 21 November 2005</date>
      <text>
        While I was finishing an assignment in the office, Eric was
        talking with me and remembering a trip to the Oregon coast
        with my family (Mom, Dad and Erica's family), approximately a
	year previous. After a minute he said, "Sometimes I want to
	get an ocean right next to our house." 
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>28 November 2005</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>28 November 2005 and before</date>
      <text>
        Eric often says "sliffery" instead of "slippery".
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>no</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>28 November 2005</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric and Brigham</by>
      <date>28 November 2005 and before</date>
      <text>
        Eric and Brigham both call "moths" "mops".  This is probably
        because of their mother's obsession with mopping the kitchen
	floor!
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>no</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>3 December 2005</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>December 2005 and before</date>
      <text>
        Eric always says "would you" instead of "do you".  In reality,
        the "would you" sounds more like "woogya" or "oogya".  So he
        often asks questions of the sort, "Briggie, woogya want to
        play cars with me?".
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>no</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>December 2005</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>December 2005</date>
      <text>
        "Mama, when I'm a big Daddy I'm going to have an iPod, a
        computer and a guitar."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>3 December 2005</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>3 December 2005</date>
      <text>
        While Katie was out running, I made some breakfast for myself
        but none for the boys since she was going to take them to a
        pancake breakfast for the primary, at the church.  While I was
        eating and the boys were playing in the living room, I
        overheard Eric say to Brigham, "Briggie, you're not going to
        go to the party because you might bother me and whine at me
        while I'm talking to my friends.  So you're going to stay here
        with Daddy."  Brigham, unoffended, just grunted some sort of
        consent.
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>no</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>6 December 2005</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>6 December 2005</date>
      <text>
        As I was dressing Brigham for bed, he told me, "I smell like a
        MONSTER!".
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>6 December 2005</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>6 December 2005</date>
      <text>
        At dinner Katie was telling me about one of Eric's Christmas
        requests: a baby. When he overhead us talking about it, he
        reiterated the request. So I took a moment to explain that if
        we had a baby, it would require a lot of attention - that mama
        and daddy would have to spend a lot of time helping the baby
        and that Eric might be sad because we wouldn't have as much
        time to help and play with him.  He then asked very seriously,
        "But could we put the baby down for a nap?".  Katie laughed
        and he continued, "And then you could play with me while the
        baby is asleep?".
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>4 November 2007</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>December 2005</date>
      <text>
        I was putting a load of laundry into the dryer and took the
        lint from the previous load and threw it in the toilet. As I
        flushed it, Eric watched the ball go down, looked at me in
        sympathy and said, "Oh no...there goes your vagina."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>no</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>3 February 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>January 2006</date>
      <text>
        Brigham said to me from the back seat, "Mama, I don't have a
        mole...but when I'm bigger I will have one....and you will,
        and Eric will, and Daddy will!" (referring to Daddy's mole on
        his chin).
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>12 January 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>12 January 2006</date>
      <text>
        I took Eric to school this morning in pajama pants. He didn't
        want to get out of the car and groaned at me in his
        characteristic way when I came around to open the door. I
        asked him what was wrong and he replied "You're wearing your
        P.J.s!" Guess I embarrassed him.
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>12 January 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>12 January 2006</date>
      <text>
        Brigham walked into the bathroom as I was getting out of the
        shower, looked at me for a minute and asked, "Mama, where is
        your penis?" I said, "I don't have one." He responded, "Oh,
        did it fall off?" I said, "No, I'm a girl and girls don't have
        have penises." He looked at me skeptically and after a moment
        he said, pointing to my belly button, "I think it's in there!"
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>no</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>3 February 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>3 February 2006</date>
      <text>
        When asked by Daddy "are you a Brigham?", Brigham responded,
        "No, I'm a turducken."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>3 February 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>3 February 2006</date>
      <text>
        As I was getting out of the shower,Brigham looked at me for a
        minute and then said, "Where's your penis Mama?"  When I told
        him I didn't have one, he said "Oh, did it fall off?"  Several
        weeks later while being bathed he told Eric, "Daddy, Mama will
        have a penis when she gets bigger."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>no</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>14 February 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>14 February 2006</date>
      <text>
        Eric had been acting badly while playing outside, so I took
        him into the office for a time-out. After crying for several
        minutes, he calmed and stared at me for some time (he was lying
        on the futon looking at my face). Finally he asked, "Why do
        our eyes move? Because our heads can move." When I pressed him
        for details, he demonstrated how his neck sufficed to allow
        him to look in different directions and that eye movement was
        unnecessary!
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>19 March 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>Early March</date>
      <text>
        While riding in the car, Brigham said, "What if I turned into
        a whale? That would be cool."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>19 March 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>19 March 2006</date>
      <text>
        While driving home from a friend's house, I explained the
        rising and setting of the sun to the boys (Brigham had
        confused dusk with morning). After a detailed explanation I
        asked, "Isn't it cool that the sun moves across the sky every
        day? Did you guys know that?" When both of them replied in the
        affirmative I said, "Then I guess you guys are just too
        smart." Eric asked, "Smart?" "Yes," I answered.  After a brief
        pause Brigham interjected, "But not you Daddy."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>19 March 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>19 March 2006</date>
      <text>
        Earlier in the evening Eric and Brigham had seen a friend of
        ours, Jason Huffman, dressed in his police uniform - gun,
        handcuffs and all. When we arrived home, Eric was telling his
        mother about the experience and asked, "Why do police men have
        guns?" I explained that they need them for protection from bad
        people that might try to hurt them. He then asked (revealing
        the true reason for his question), "But why do they don't have
        light savers?" (meaning, light sabers).
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>4 April 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>Mid March 2006</date>
      <text>
        When Eric woke up screaming in the early hours of the morning,
        I climbed his bunk to comfort him. After he calmed, I climbed
	down the ladder and saw Brigham wide awake. As I reached over
	to give him a kiss, he looked at me with his big brown eyes
	and said, "Daddy, I will stay wiff Eric."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>6 April 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>6 April 2006</date>
      <text>
        When asking for something and being told by Mama to 'wait just
        a minute', Eric responded, "Okay...your 'just-a-minutes' don't
        take very long, but Daddy's do."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>6 April 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>6 April 2006</date>
      <text>
        "Mama, do you Poop?" "Yes, honey." "But usually girls don't poop?"
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>14 May 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>9 May 2006</date>
      <text>
        While we were all driving in the car, Eric philosophized (as
        he often does in the car), "Mama, if there was a sky in
        heaven, there would be another heaven."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>14 May 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>11 May 2006</date>
      <text>
        On his birthday, Brigham woke up to find a large cellophane
        balloon floating in his bedroom. After he proudly exited the
        bedroom and showed it to me, I asked, "Where did it come from?
        How did it get there?" He responded, "Maybe it popped out of
        the ceiling!"
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>14 May 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>11 May 2006</date>
      <text>
        While Katie and the boys were driving in the car, Eric asked,
        "Mama, how many people are there?" Since they were driving to
	Brigham's birthday party, Katie responded, "You mean at
	Brigham's party? Probably about 20." A bit frustrated, Eric
	answered, "No! In our world!".
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>14 May 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>14 May 2006 (Mother's Day)</date>
      <text>
        During breakfast I asked Eric if he wanted to see a picture of
	Katie on her first mothers' day. When he responded
	affirmatively, I pointed to a framed picture on the wall - a
	picture of Katie holding Eric during Duke's graduation, on the
	front page of the Durham Herald. After discussing how she had
	graduated on her first mothers' day I then told the boys that
	Brigham had been born on her second mothers' day.  "And what
	happened on her third mothers' day?" Eric asked. "Probably
	something less noteworthy," I responded. He got excited and
	replied, "I know....you?" "You mean, I was born?" I
	asked. "Yeah!".
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>21 May 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>20 May 2006</date>
      <text>
        When Katie and I went out on a date, we left the boys at a
        friend's house.  Apparently, at some point in the evening,
        Eric audibly passed gas. Brian, the father of their friend,
        asked, "Eric, what was that?" He thought for a minute,
	"Ummm...Ummm...Ummm," then looked up at the ceiling and
	said, "Maybe it was thunder."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>29 June 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>28 June 2006</date>
      <text>
        I had just come home from a church meeting and running some
        errands and leaned over Eric, who was lying on my bed. He
        asked, "Daddy, do you need to take a shower?" I responded,
        "Why, do I smell?", to which he answered, "You smell like a
        skunk!" (In my defense, he had JUST seen DreamWorks' 'Over the
        Hedge' (featuring a skunk) several days before!!)
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>18 July 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>11 July 2006</date>
      <text>
        While driving to Maple View Farm for ice cream, Katie and I
        were explaining to the boys that ice cream comes from cows;
	that is, it's made when milk, cream and sugar are stirred
	together. Eric then asked, "But...how do the cows stir it up?"
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>18 July 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>17 July 2006</date>
      <text>
        Trying to convince me to watch some bike racing (the 14th
	stage of the 2006 Tour de France) and meeting resistance from
	me (because I needed to mow the lawn), Eric said, "Daddy,
	you're spoiled up with bike racing!"
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>29 July 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>28 July 2006</date>
      <text>
        While driving in the car at night, gazing at the moon, Eric
        said, "I didn't know the moon could do magic. It's doing magic
        because it's not moving in the sky but we can still see it
        while we're driving."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>29 July 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>28 July 2006</date>
      <text>
        At Circuit City, Daddy and the boys paid a brief visit to the
        home theater room where Peter Jackson's King Kong was in the
        DVD player. Not quite sure about the movie, I let the boys
	watch a few minutes from one of the final scenes: Kong on top
        of the Empire State building, warding off several planes that
        are trying to gun him down. After getting into the car to
        drive home, I was wondering if it had been a bad idea to let
        the boys watch the scene when Eric asked (referring to a
        moment when Kong grabbed the wing of one plane and threw it
        into another, sending both planes falling to the ground),
        "Daddy, when that monkey grabbed the plane, I don't know why
        he didn't just grab the man out and eat him."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>21 August 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>Late July 2006</date>
      <text>
        One morning while the boys were racing each other to see who
        could eat breakfast faster, Brigham declared, "Eric, I beat
        you AND you beat me....does that make sense?"
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>21 August 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>Mid August 2006</date>
      <text>
        While driving in the car, Katie was passionately discussing an
        issue. After a few minutes Brigham told me to keep my mouth
        closed. Finally, after opening it several times and being
        chastised by him, I asked why he didn't want me to open my
        mouth. "Because I don't want you to show your teeth to Mama."
        I asked his reason, to which he responded, "Because Mama is
        saying bad words to you."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>no</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>21 August 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>20 August 2006</date>
      <text>
        After telling Brigham to go play with his friends in his
        bedroom (Eric and another friend that was visiting), he said,
        "But Eric's not my friend...he's just a guy that lives here."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>1 September 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>30 August 2006</date>
      <text>
        At breakfast, "Eric, I know a good idea...I'll lick you and
        then you lick me!"
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>3 September 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>2 September 2006</date>
      <text>
        While at the store, Brigham and I had bought flowers for
	Mama. Upon seeing the flowers, Eric asked, "Why did you buy
	flowers for Mama?" "To make her happy," I answered. He paused
        for a moment and then said, "So that she won't get mad at
        you?" 
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>3 September 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>2 September 2006</date>
      <text>
        Eric's picture was in the local paper after running in a kids
        race on the beach at his Gran's house.  When he saw himself in
        the picture, mid-stride, he said "But that's not what my legs
        looked like?"  I said, "What did you think they looked like?"
        and he said, earnestly, "Like little wheels." (Guess he's
        watched The Incredibles one too many times.)
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>17 October 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>12 October 2006</date>
      <text>
        While getting ready for bed, Eric asked, "When we're spirits
        will we have tails?" I replied, "Why do you ask?". His
        answer: "Because I want to be like a lizard."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>17 October 2006</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>17 October 2006</date>
      <text>
        "Mama, what kind of animals live on the east pole?"
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>15 January 2007</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>November 2006</date>
      <text>
        We were driving somewhere and I hadn't had time to dry my
	hair before we left.  The boys wanted their windows down, and
        my hair was blowing all over the place. I overheard
	Brigham turn to Eric and say "Her hair is getting wild."
	Then, "She needs to go to the zoo."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>15 January 2007</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>November 2006</date>
      <text>
        While driving in the car, I asked Eric to help Brigham put on
        his seat-belt.  He complained that he ALWAYS has to help
        Brigham, and I explained to him that when they got bigger, he
        and Brigham would be the same size and Brigham might help him
	when he needed it.  Brigham chimed in "Yeah, but only a little
        bit, because I might get tired of it."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>15 January 2007</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>January 2007</date>
      <text>
        While getting ready for the day, Brigham was explaining to me
        the relationships between various Star Wars characters.  He
	told me "Princess Leia is Luke's girlfriend, Mama."  I asked,
        "What's a girlfriend?" and Brigham said "she's just a part of
	your family."  I then asked Brigham if he had a girlfriend and
	he said, "Yes!  You!"  Made my day:).
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>15 January 2007</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>January 2006</date>
      <text>
        While driving home from preschool, the boys asked me if they
	could have some Doritos with their lunches.  I told them we'd
	have to see if Daddy had eaten them all.  Eric replied, "Mama,
	Daddy just eats EVERYTHING!" 
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>4 November 2007</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>31 January 2007</date>
      <text>
        When asked who he thought Gran was going to marry, Brigham
        answered, "I know! Great Gran!"
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>4 November 2007</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>31 January 2007</date>
      <text>
        Eric's response when told that his grandmother was getting
        married: "You mean she's not married?" Me: "No." Eric: "So,
        she's a teenager?"
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>4 November 2007</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>19 February 2007</date>
      <text>
        Upon emerging from his room after a nap, Brigham held out one
        of his toy airplanes to me and said, "Mama, do you know how
        the propeller works?" He showed me how he had taken the plane
        apart to see how it worked. I said, "Good job figuring that
        out, Brig." He answered, "I did my best."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>4 November 2007</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>23 March 2007</date>
      <text>
        I was telling Brigham to hurry up and finish going to the
        bathroom (we were in a stinky port-a-potty) and he said, "I
        think there's a little holder inside my bottom, holding the
        poop. And when I poop, he just pinches off a little piece and
        drops it into the potty!"
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>no</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>4 November 2007</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>25 March 2007</date>
      <text>
        I was explaining to the boys about a man at church who had a
        kidney stone and Brig said, "I will be brave if I have one of
        those in my penis when I grow up!"
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>no</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>4 November 2007</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>2 April 2007</date>
      <text>
        While driving home from school, the boys' friend, Lauren,
        interrupted Briggie to tell me something. When she was done, I
        asked, "What did you want to tell me Brigham?" He got upset
        because he couldn't remember and said, "Lauren, you're messing
        up my mind!"
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>4 November 2007</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>6 April 2007</date>
      <text>
        While dying Easter eggs, Eric asked, "Can I dive an egg Mama?"
        I said, "Sure, but it's dye, not dive." He replied, "Oh...but
        they go under the water."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>6 May 2007</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>6 May 2007</date>
      <text>
        About an hour after we caught two lizards on our front porch
        (a larger one, with a red head, and a smaller one) we noticed
	that the larger lizard was biting the smaller one's
	neck. Brigham, later reassured me, while we were driving to a
	friend's house, "Don't worry Daddy - if you were a lizard, I
	would not let a red headed lizard eat you up."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>6 May 2007</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>6 May 2007</date>
      <text>
        After catching two lizards on our front porch and throwing
	them into a box, we discovered the larger of the two biting on
	the smaller lizard's neck. I was nervous that it might eat the
	smaller lizard, but after some observation I discovered that
	they were mating. I let the boys watch and explained that they
	were trying to make baby lizards. A couple of hours later,
	Eric explained to his friend, "The boy lizard was biting the
	girl lizard's neck so that he could help her to have babies."
	Absolutely intuitive, isn't it?.
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>13 July 2007</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>12 July 2007</date>
      <text>
        When Katie told Eric that she wanted him to take a nap because
        he was extremely tired, he responded, "But you don't know how
        tired I am because you're not me; you only know how tired YOU
        are!"
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>28 July 2007</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>27 July 2007</date>
      <text>
        While watching one of the final stages of the 2007 Tour de
        France (keep in mind that we'd been watching the race every
        day for about 3 weeks by this point), Eric asked if the bike
        racers were real. I thought I understood what he was asking,
        but wanting him to express his question more clearly, I asked,
        "What do you mean?" He responded, "I mean, are they just
        characters on t.v. or something?"
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>4 November 2007</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>18 September 2007</date>
      <text>
        Eric was sad that his class fish had died, and I tried to
        comfort him by telling him that it was in fish heaven. Brigham
        thought for a moment and asked, "Is there a fish Jesus there?"
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>3 November 2007</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>1 November 2007</date>
      <text>
        Brigham was telling me about a nightmare he'd had that night.
        He thought he remembered me coming in to comfort him, but Eric
        set him straight... "No Briggie, Daddy is always the nighttime
	helper!"
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>3 November 2007</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric</by>
      <date>3 November 2007</date>
      <text>
        While looking at the Duke football field, Eric said, "Daddy, I
        didn't know that grass growed blue and white."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>4 March 2008</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>January 2008</date>
      <text>
	While visiting friends who had just had their second child,
	Katie was suggesting to their older son that being an older
	brother is fun.
	<p> Mama: "Being an older is fun, huh, Eric?" </p>
	<p> Brigham: "Well, I don't think so. I think being a little
	brother is more fun." </p>
	<p> Mama: "Oh, yeah? Why is that?" </p>
	<p> Brigham: "Because you don't have to be so mean." </p>
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>4 March 2008</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Eric and Brigham</by>
      <date>January 2008</date>
      <text>
	On occasion, Katie will buy Lucky Charms for dessert, however,
	she generally picks all of the marshmallow out and leaves the
	remaining cereal for the rest of us to eat. One Sunday
	morning, she offered them to the boys as a special breakfast.
	<p> Mama: "Would you guys like Lucky charms for
	Breakfast?" </p>
	<p> Eric and Brigham: "Yeah!" </p>
	<p> Brigham: "Do they have marshmallows in them?" </p>
	<p> Mama: "Yes." </p>
	<p> Eric and Brigham: "Yeah!!!!!!" </p>
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>4 March 2008</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>1 March 2008</date>
      <text>
	Brigham, always devising interesting theories in order to
	rationalize the world from his perspective, said to Mama, "I
	know why you grew up faster than us, Mama. Because you got
	pregnant, and then you got pregnant again. Getting pregnant
	makes you grow faster."
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>21 August 2008</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>21 August 2008</date>
      <text>
	<p> Brigham: "Don't worry, I just put Eric's clothes in the
	'dirties'." </p>
	<p> Mama: "Good job, Briggie! That was so nice." </p>
	<p> Brigham: "It was no problem - it was just like putting my
	own clothes away!" </p>
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Mama</by>
      <date>26 October 2009</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>14 October 2009</date>
      <text>
	<p> Brigham was talking about his primary teacher, Brother
	  Rider.
	  M: "Do you know he had a baby?
	  B: "Oh, Sister Rider had her baby?"
	  M: "Yep, she did."
	  B: "Did they...you know (wiggles eyebrows up and down)...I'm
	  not trying to be funny, but did they, you know..........do
	  the sex?" (with an embarrassed smile)
	  M: "Yes Brigham, they did."
	  B: (laughing) "I can't believe I'm going to have to do that
	  when I grow up!"
	  M: "Well you don't have to, but you might want to if you
	  want to have a baby."
	  B: "Oh, I think I'll want to!"
	  M: "Do you have any questions about that Briggie?"
	  B: "Nooooo...Daddy told us AAALLLL about it!."
	</p>
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>no</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>26 October 2009</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>21 October 2009</date>
      <text>
	<p> Driving home after getting a flu shot, Brigham said, "It
	  just feels like a ball of meat rolling around in my arm."
	</p>
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

  <entry>
    <recorded>
      <by>Daddy</by>
      <date>17 November 2009</date>
    </recorded>
    <quote>
      <by>Brigham</by>
      <date>17 November 2009</date>
      <text>
	<p> Explaining that Christopher Columbus thought he had found
	India, and hence called the natives 'Indians', Brigham said,
	"But he really found America, and that's why we call them
	'Nate of Americans'."
	</p>
      </text>
    </quote>
    <web>yes</web>
  </entry>

</archive>
