C- How does he look like a turkey?
M- No, churkey, you know, gobble gobble?
C- Uh, yeah, a turkey.
C- How do you spell that?
C- What sound does the 'T' make?
C- (thinks, looking at Maren soberly) ... Yup.
A few seconds later...
B- Hey, why do I look like a turkey?
M- Churkey... gobble gobble.
J- (singing annoying kitty-cat song 10 times)
K- Okay, Jacob, I think your "annoying" radar is broken.
J- Mom, I don't have an annoying radar.
K- (stares with eyebrows raised, thinking that explains a lot)
C- He is an annoying radar.
Dad- (to boys after K has asked them to do their dishes several times) Give me one good reason why I shouldn't beat the living snot out of you two.
Boys- (giggling nervously as they mill around the kitchen) We're related?
Dad- Nope, not good enough.
Boys- You're our father and you love us?
Boys- (more nervous now as Dad stands up, minds thinking as they scramble)
J- You're our Bishop?
Dad pauses, and K cracks up.