Henry: If Wolverine and Superman were to get in a fight, who would win?
Me: You've already asked us that.
Henry: I KNOW but what do you think now?
Svea: And what if Scott? On the X-men? What if he DIDN'T HAVE HIS GLASSES ON? hahahahahahhhhahahaha.
Brian: Svea, you're going to fall out of your seat. Again.
Corinne: AAA. UOOOUUU. (throws fork off tray) UH-OH! Juice? Ren-ry (pointing at Henry). hahahahahahhahahahaha!
Me: Let's NOT feed the dog under the table, Corinne.
Henry: Seriously, who would WIN? You want to know what MY super powers would be? Do you?
Svea: Can I be all done? And still get a special treat? (after eating just half of her dinner, falls out of her chair for no apparent reason but is fine and not hurt.)
Henry: SSSSuuuuuuuuhhhhhh-vvvveeeeaaaaaaaaah. You are SO annoying.
Corinne: Out! (pointing to the dog. She calls Sugar "Out" because she hears us say that so often to her...)
Henry: Mom? I have nothing to do.
Brian: Do you mind if I go downstairs to my workshop for awhile?
Svea: I'm going to take a bath in your bath and turn on the JETS.
Corinne: (rubbing banana in her eyebrows)
'Night, y'all. I'm done.