Jude, taking Atticus down our half-finished basement stairs to the new playroom: Don't worry; we're making some adjustments.

Jude to his friend Atticus: Mozart wrote this.  It's the turkey-ish march.

Kindergarten classmate: Jude!  You were in my nightmare!
Jude: No I wasn't.

Jude: I don't mean to be rude, but that man sounded like a toad.

Me: The contractor said he was going to be here all day today but he was gone by 2.  He's not really here that much.
Jude: Geez, Mommy, just give him a break!

Out to lunch at a new restuarant called bartaco.
Me: This place used to be Andy's Heating and Cooling.
Jude: It was a massage place?
Me: What? No.  I said Andy's Heating and Cooling.
Jude: Was it a massage place?
Me: No, it sold furnaces and air conditioners.  Why did you think it was a massage place?
Jude: It just sounds "massage-y."

Jude: I can tell basset hounds from beagles because their ears go downer.  And they look messier.