Move your foot it's looking at my stick!
Dance to my music. [his music goes something like this, "la la la la la la la la...."]
S: Are you ready freddy?
Me: I'm ready, are you ready freddy?
S: I'm not ready freddy, I'm a Stuart. Silly mama.
Dad: I'm going to take a shower.
S: Don't wash the food out of your tummy.
S: I wanna do blood blood. [what he now calls being held upside down since Dad explained that when you're upside down the blood rushes to your head]