N: Mom, my feelins’ don’t feel good
S: Reese, what do you want to be when you grow up?
R: Ummmm.. I don’t know
S: You wanna work with mom and dad?
R: Ummmm…. no I don’t want to do Real Estate… that’s not a real job and…. I don’t want to sell jewelry because that’s not important
N: Dad, my tummy is telling me I’m not tired anymore!
N: Mommy, go away!
S: Excuse me?!?! Nixon, that is very rude. You don’t get to talk to me like that!
N: May you go away paaalease!!!
When we are driving in the mountains and the pressure starts effecting Nixon’s ears.
N: I can’t hear. My ears are full.
N: Ok, now I can hear!