Mischievite: Mom, will you stop saying that. I'm not a prince.
Me: Then what are you?
Mischievite: I'm just a kid in a prince outfit.
Albowin: Your eyes are the color of green pickles.
Grandma: I didn't know all that about frogs and toads.
Albowin: Did you even go to school?
Albowin: Grandma, why is one side of your hair white and the other side yellow?
Grandma: It is?
Mischievite (after every time that his sister bugs him): That's why we shouldn't have a baby.
Neighbor Girl: Mom! He just put his chocolate ice cream in my pretty blonde hair!
Mischievite: Mom, he just hit me with his head.
Albowin: Except, I just have one single question.
Mischievite: Mom, Mom, I have some bad news.