(getting ready to go jogging)
Mama:  I don't know why I do this to myself.  I hate running.
3-year-old daughter:  Because it's good for you, and you can have a treat later!  That's why!

Mama:  While you're waiting for the cinnamon rolls to be ready, why don't you go get dressed?
(That's when the cat starts paying attention to my son.)
7-year-old son: I would, but I'm distracted by the cuteness!  Aw, look, he's snuggling my feet!  Cats are strange that way.

(My daughter has just asked for a hard-boiled egg.  It's just after Easter, so we have a few.)
three-year-old daughter:  It needs to hatch!  (smashes egg into the wall)

(I have been looking at a street map of our city when my daughter walks up and peeks over my shoulder.)
three-year-old daughter:  That looks like a spider web!
Mama:  Actually, it's a map of the streets in town.
three-year-old daughter:  Ohhhh.  No wonder you hate driving!

(This happens as we are leaving to pick up my son from school.)

three-year-old daughter:  TO ADVENTURE!  We're on a mission to rescue my brother!

Mama:  Honey, he's just at school.  He's been there all day.

three-year-old daughter:  We wouldn't have to do this if you hadn't left him there!