"I trusted you, bone!" - Logan, talking to the barbecued rib he was eating. The meat was so tender and beautifully cooked that it fell off the bone before Logan could take a bite.
"We live on a muddy planet." - Logan, said with a shrug when asked why his hands were so muddy.
"Boys will be boys." - Declan, when asked why he left his dinner dishes on the table instead of taking them to the sink to be washed.
"Things get old, right? Well, that's what happened to me with deviled eggs...they got old." - Declan, explaining quite matter-of-factly his vote against me making deviled eggs from the dyed Easter eggs in the fridge. (No explanation regarding his vote against egg salad, though.)
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