From tonight's impromptu dinner-table singalong, from the 4 y/o:

(sung)
"I don't want to destroy the universe,
I just want to turn it into Ribena."

Fear of Storms

Rain starts falling after an unseasonably long dry-spell. We're sitting in the balcony, which is covered but a few drops blow in.
Daughter (4 y/o): Come inside, Daddy! Before your tea gets wet!
Son (6 y/o): Tea is already made of water.
Daughter: Come inside, Daddy, before you get too much water in your tea.

There was also some discussion between the two of them about having to come inside due to a ghost. No idea!

Whack in the Face?

While eating lunch on the balcony:
Daughter (4 y/o): Mammy, would you like a whack in the face?
Mammy: No, thank you.
Daughter (4 y/o, slightly disappointed, now brandishing a rainbow coloured sock): It's just with a smelly sock...

A fairly standard dinner conversation at our house: 
Daughter2 (4 y/o): Sweetcorn is grown like grapes, because they are both juicy. But they are different colours. And their juice tastes different.
Daughter1 (7 y/o): I know how to grow a potato. Put a potato in a bowl, and put no dirt in. And then water it. Then put in a tiny bit of food, which is dirt. And most importantly, keep it safe from greenfly.
Son (5 y/o,  shouting): And dinosaurs!
Daughter1 (7 y/o): They are extinct! They don't exist any more.
Daughter2 (4 y/o): Unicorns still exist. Just on a different planet!
Daughter1 (7 y/o): Yes. Unicornia: the heaven of unicorns. You can't exactly bring yourself to heaven with a teleporter, mostly because heaven doesn't really exist. And God doesn't really exist.
Mammy: Remember, you have to respect other people's opinions on religion too.
Daughter1 (7 y/o): Yes, like the way that you're not allowed to push us off a balcony.

Cork as 2018 World Cup Winners

Mammy (to 5 y/o son): Who are you supporting in the World Cup?
Son: I don't know. Are Cork playing?

I'm so proud ;-)