Wee Kennedy: "Hey, what are you looking at, camera guy?" Wee Beckett: "Anyone know what an ant tastes like?"
Wee Beckett: "Pacifier - check. Mysterious ball thing - check. Thoughts about my place in the universe - check. Umbrella because daddy forgot sun block - check. Socks pulled up to my bum - check, but I gotta talk to mommy/daddy about this!"
Wee Bailey: "Ah, guys? Guys? Maybe someone should realize that I'm only 3 months old, being held up by a soft cooler for a ga-ga-parent photo opp, and am about ready to tip over. Falling. About ready to fall!" Wee Jaxon: "What did Bailey ask me to say to his mom? Something about...ah, if I keep thinking real hard, it'll come to me." Wee Kennedy: "Meet my main squeeze, Beckett. He's taking me to the prom. And then out for ice cream. As soon as we can eat that stuff." Wee Beckett: "What does it mean, 'Will you take me to the prom?', and should I have waited to answer? By the way? Anyone want to do anything about Bailey? I think he's about ready to yell, 'Timber!'"
Wee Jaxson: "Push me? I'll push you right back, buddy boy. Don't mess with me, Beckett. This is Texas where we boys settle things old school style. Got a problem with that? Just talk to the hand!" Wee Beckett: "Big left turn coming up! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"