Bob the Cow, and Other Conversations

At dinner the other night:
M: What is Liam eating?
Ash: Cheese.
M: Where the cheese come from?
Ash: From this bag right here.
M: But where the cheese come from?
Alex: From a cow.
M: A cow?
Alex: Yes, a cow.  He came to our door during nap time to drop off the cheese.
M: What cow?
Alex: (ignoring the "what in the world are you telling our son?!" looks)  Bob.  Bob the cow.
M: Bob the cow?
Alex: Yes, Bob the cow.  But he didn't come in.  This is a house, not a barn.

a few minutes later, after a change of topic
M: (to Ash) What the cow's name?
Ash: completely loses it
M: Why is Mama crying?
Alex: She's not crying, she's laughing.
M: Why?
Ash: Never mind.

At Mass the next day:
M: (pointing at a boy a couple pews ahead) What's his name?
Alex: I don't know his name. He's a little boy just like you.
M: What's the cow's name?

Overheard while Michael was playing with his castle, knight and horse:
"We are knights!" "You are knights?"  "Yes we are. We save princesses!"
"Hello princesses! We are your emergency!"

(I have no idea where the princess-saving mentality came from--maybe the influence of our female cousin friends?--but right on, buddy)

While getting situated in the car this morning:
Ash: Michael, I need you to buckle up, please.
M: No, you do it!
Ash: Pretty soon Mama's going to have three boys to buckle into car seats, and I need your help because you're the biggest!
M: Mama, please meet John Paul now?
Ash: No, we can't meet John Paul right now.
M: Oh, he's still a little bit little?
Ash: Yes, he's still too little to come out.  (and labor was totally not in the game plan for today... a couple more weeks buddy, then you can all meet each other)

In the middle of a conversation about how he's a big boy and needs to be going potty in his potty chair and not in his pull-up:
M: Please climb the wall? (as he hugs the corner of the wall and tries to find a foothold)