Noah: "Mommy, I'm going to be a doctor when I grow up."
Me: "That's right son. You got the right idea."
Me: "You kids are going to grow up eventually."
Noah: "Mommy, and I'm going to have a moustache."
Me: "Yes baby, you will have a moustache."
Noah: (walking through the hallway with a diaper in his hand first thing in the morning, looking confused) "Daddy, I can't find the wipes. Can you help Noah find the WIPES!"