Max – Mom, you’re a dog.
Mom – Maxwell, do not call your mother a dog!
Max – Oooo…a talking dog!
Grandmom – Max, what happened to your knee?
Max – I was riding bikes with Kendra and we were racing and she ran into me and I went timber!
“Today wasn’t cold, it was corn. Yeah, corn. I just made that up. Today was corn. And I love corn. Actually, I don’t like corn. I like popcorn. I like to eat popcorn. Mom, can we stop talking about food? I’m making myself hungry.”
Max – Mom, can I eat this chocolate?
Mom – No.
Max – *shrugs* You’ll have to let me eat it one of these days.
Max – Mom, can you find my DS charger?
Mom – I don’t know where it is.
Max – That’s why I said find.
Max – Mom, you’re going to die before me.
Mom – How do you know?
Max – Because you’re old.