"I don’t think I can stop talking. Even when the rest of me is tired, my mouth never gets tired."

— Luke, age 8, in response to being asked to please stop the incessant talking for a few minutes because we were all tired from a crazy day

It's a Small World After All
[Scene: Luke, age 8, is sitting on the toilet singing "It's a Small World After All" at the top of his lungs]
Me: [knocking on bathroom door] "Could you quiet down a little?"
Luke: "But I'm singing!"
Me: "Yeah, everyone can hear you, even upstairs."
Luke: "No, I'm singing about my poop! I'm constipated and it's all coming out small!" [launches into a new round of the song]
Me: "Um. Could you just sing a little more quietly, please."
Luke: "But it helps me go! Come on, sing with me!"
"You want me to be quiet? Oh man. That is SO not my rule."

— Luke, age 7

"WILL EVERYONE PLEASE BE QUIET? I am trying to make a call on my fairy phone and I can’t even hear myself think with all this noise! You’re making this fairy very angry!"

— Beth, age 3, while holding an imaginary phone up to her ear

Volume knobs
Me: "Will you please quiet down? You're not being bad except that you're just being really loud right now. I wish I could find your volume knob!"
Luke: "I don't have one volume knob. I have six!"
Me: "You have /six/ volume knobs?! How come I've never found any of them?
Luke: "Yeah, six. But you have to turn them all at once. And some of them are buttons. That's why you'll never be able to find them. They're bopper-de-boot knobs!"
Me: "What? What on earth is a bopper-de-boot knob?!"
Luke: "It means that the biggest knob is on my butt! Toot toot!"
Me: "Time to look for them!" [tickle fight ensues]
I’m ZOOMING

Beth, age 3, often talks quietly to herself while playing.  Today as she was running at top speed around the house, chasing her 6-year-old brother, I happened to hear her as she went by me, saying over and over to herself: “I’m fast. I’m speedy. I’m ZOOMING. I’m fast. I’m speedy. I’m ZOOMING.”