Dog type is super effective against cat type.
Daddy was juicing oranges. Leo: “It would be quicker if you took the lid off and got some juice out of the fridge and poured it in.”
I don’t like all the accidents I have that are giant. I only like the accidents that are small, or a little bit big, or big.
Leo: Where’s Doyle?
Daddy: He’s in the toilet.
Leo: Is he in the pipe?
Leo: If I eat my food then can I have a drink?
Leo: Maybe means yes, and never means no, so yes.
Leo: I want you to have peanut butter.
Daddy: But I don’t like peanut butter.
Leo: I don’t want you to have red jam.
Daddy: But I like red jam.
Leo: It’s not healthy for you.
Leo: (To Reileen) I love your necklace!
Reileen: Thank you!
Leo: (To Doyle) I love your neck!
Leo was in bed, and we were trying to get him to sleep.
Leo: Roar! Roar! Roar!
Mummy: No more scary dinosaurs, please Leo.
Leo: Quack! Quack! Quack!
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, six, seven, eight, zero.