Weston and Dallin are wrestling all over the living room. Dallin keeps getting hurt and coming to me for sympathy. Every time he comes to me I say "If you wrestle with Weston, you are going to get hurt." and he runs off to wrestle some more.

At the doctor's office.
Nurse: Weston has perfect hearing!
Me: HA! I disagree.

Weston comes home from his first day in 1st grade and says, "Mom, am I in high school now?"

Setting: We are driving home from vacation in NC and the boys are eating granola bars.  Mike looks back and tells me that Dallin has fallen asleep while holding his granola bar. Weston chimes in: yeah, so I just took his granola bar. We couldn't stop laughing over the fact that Weston noticed Dallin had fallen asleep and took the opportunity to swipe the top half of his granola bar right out of his sleeping fist.

Random comments by Weston:

"I need to learn to pay taxes."

What???? Why do you need to learn to pay taxes?

Weston: Because I don't know how to!

Dallin watching a commercial for the latest action movie on tv:
"Stop fighting guys!!!"

Weston: Mamma, I need to talk to the baby. Open your mouth.
Me: *opens mouth wide*
Weston: *shouts into my open mouth* BABY! CAN YOU HEAR ME? I'M YOUR BIG BROTHER!
Me: I think he can hear you better if you just talk to my tummy.