Adam: Maybe on Saturday I'll leave you alone the rest of the day... maybe.... not sure...
Adam: I got monkey fever!
Ainsley: The wasp isn't going to get you and if it did, you're not going to die. Adam: Yeah, but I'd cry uncontrollably.
Adam: Are we...? Me: Don't ask me again. Adam: Can we still go to McDonald's?
Adam: What's for supper? Me: Cicada stew. Adam: I think I'll have McDonald's.
Adam: Can we have McDonald's for supper? Me: Quit asking me that. Adam: Well, will you answer with a "yes"?
Adam: If Grandma's home today, we could ask her to give us some lunch.
Adam: what is this, hippie music?
Me: Stop squeaking. Adam: It's not squeaking, it's a farting sound.
Me: Turn off the tv and go to bed. Adam: Can't you say something nicer?
Adam: Do you know what I'm famous for? Me: Being a pain in the butt. Adam: I'm the best pain in the butt there is!
I am sitting here in a psychiatric office waiting room, while Adam is in the next room undergoing an evaluation. I heard the beginning of a meltdown, and it wasn't long before the evaluator came out and said he was DONE. I went back and told him that if he would get through this (long and boring) test, we would go out to eat and then to Walmart. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do!
Me: Stop doing that. It makes me want to strangle you. Adam: Enough with the trash talk already.
Me: I'm just getting here. Adam: What are you, a turtle?
Adam: Do you know how to tell a boy horse from a girl horse? The boy horse has shorter hair.
Adam: What's Dodger's whole name? Me: I don't know, the Artful Dodger? Adam: He doesn't paint!
Adam: I'm secretly saying 'ow'. I guess it's not a secret anymore.
Adam: I'm weird, ain't I?
Adam: I think I finally reached puberty.
Adam: Do they have cameras all over the place, even on the interstates? Me: Yup. Adam: I think we're being watched.
Adam: If we live on an old country road, why don't we talk like old country people?
