Oh the things from Noah's mouth

Noah: Whine, whine, whine, whine. . . .
Mommy: Noah, would you like some cheese with that whine?
Noah: Sniffle, sniffle. . . .yes (said in the most pathetic possible for a two year old).

Noah: Cry, cry, cry (at 6:30 a.m.)
Daddy: Noah, you need to back to sleep.
Noah: No daddy, I want my yellow bee (pacifier).
Daddy: Where is it?
Noah: Mommy took it.
(Bear in mind mommy is in bed, immune to Noah's tears becaus she sleeps with earplugs. And for the record, mommy gave Noah his yellow bee at bedtime the night before.)

Noah: I want to watch Wiggles.
Two minutes later. . .
Noah: I want to watch ABC's (a different DVD)
Two minutes later. . .
Noah: I want to watch Dora.
Mommy: Just pick a goddamn video and watch it (said quietly, to herself).

Noah: Molly is licking my tushie
(Said as my parent's dog is using her head to push Noah in his midsection.)

And finally. . .

Unnamed family member: Noah, do you know what the F-word is?
Noah: Yes. . .
Unnamed family member: What is it?
Noah: Karie.
(Karie is Aunt Karie and anyone who has met my family will see the humor in this exchange. The fact that Noah associates the f-word with his aunt is strangely appropriate.)