Jude: Mommy, I VERY wish we could have a flying car.  And I wish we could have a pet wooverween [wolverine].

Me: Be quiet, Buster!
Jude: Or you could just tell him to ...S.....U.....T.....U.....P.

Jude: Mommy, I never color in stuff a lot, and I'm super good!  How did that happen?

Jude: Mommy, I'm bored.
Me: Okay, what do you want to do?
Jude: I don't know.  That's what bored means.

The first thing Jude said to me this morning:
Jude: Mommy, what happens if you don't bury a dead human?

Jude (apropos of nothing): You know there's no such thing as flying butts.  Unless somebody slices off a butt and puts a jetpack on it.

Jude: Something's wrong with all my food.  Except my orange juice.
Ezra: That's because orange juice isn't food.
Jude: Food is crunchy stuff, Ezwa?
Ezra: Food is solid.
Jude: What "solid" mean, Ezwa?
Ezra: Like if you threw it at somebody it would hurt.