Heard at the Lunch Table

"Sam! Stop stabbing yourself in the face."

"Sam! Applesauce is not a hair styling product."

"Guys! Do you want me to cut your hands off?"

"'Vo' is you, right?" "No, vous is you, but only if you're talking to many yous, like all of us. One you is tu."

"Son! You are the death of us. No sense in saying he will be. He is."

"I'm done!" "No, you're not, eat your applesauce." "Can I have a drink?" "No, eat your applesauce."

"You done, Miracle? Okay. I'm almost done frothing."

"If I walked and sloshed, I could be 'Frothen-sloshing."

"Ouch!" "Well, don't do that."