(In the midst of throwing a tantrum over what he was going to wear to church): "But I haaaave to wear my Batman shirt, because that's how I get all of my powers!"
(When I wasn't understanding the word he was trying to say): "I wouldn't expect you to understand, Momma. I'll talk to Daddy instead."
(In a sing-songy high-pitched voice): "Where's my precious little sister?!"
(Regarding his new car seat): "Riding in the car used to be soooooo boring. Now it's so exciting!!"
(Asking me to read a book in German to him): "Well, you're German. You're a really good Germaner!"
And I just have to throw in an Owenism (Owen is my eight year old nephew), but I need to stage it a bit:
We were watching The Sound of Music in the car on the way to RMH, and I was giving a simplistic explanation of WWII. He really loves history and was asking lots of questions about Hitler and the Nazis. When I explained that Hitler didn't like Jewish people, he said, "So it's kind of like the way the Redskins don't like the Cowboys?" :)