"I need to put warm Mommy hands on my feelings because I hurt my feelings"
"Don't say 'potty', Mommy. I'm a big boy now. You can say 'toilet'."
While looking downwards with frowny face: "I wished I could be brown and tall but instead I'm tan and small."
Upon seeing some cauliflower on his dinner plate: "I don't care for this, Mommy. Thank you though!" Hmmm. Hard to argue when you say it so nicely like that, Lucas!
Lucas has been sick and developed a hoarse voice. From out of nowhere on the drive to school he informed me: "I'm running low on power. That's why my voice sounds like this."