Honesty

Jackson, as he walks past Katelyn: Ohhhh, Kate. I wish I was Olivia.
Me: Why?
J: Because I want to wuv Katelyn, too.
Olivia: But Jackson, you do love Kate.
J: But I don't love her very much.

Olivia: Mom, why do you always make gross dinners that we hate?

Even though Jackson's nose was a little runny, I let him put his face against mine because he doesn't often give out kisses. Me: Thanks for the kiss, Jackson.
Jackson: No, I snotted you!

Olivia (to me, as I come out of my room after putting a new shirt on): Well I've never seen that ugly shirt before.