I asked Dallin to call daddy for dinner. He didn't so I went to the stairs and called Mike for dinner. Dallin screams that he wanted to do it and when Mike rounded the corner to come up stairs, Dallin threw a fit and made him go back. He then composed himself and kindly called, "Daddy, it's time for dinner".

Dallin:
I need you to tell the ouchies to stop ouching me!

Weston: I want to read the story about the Aliens because MOST aliens are mean.
Mom: Oh really, you've met lots of aliens and found most of them to be mean?
Weston: Yes! Especially cat aliens, they shoot fur balls!

Last Sunday Mike had a talk with Weston about not playing with his LeapPad on Sunday.  This Sunday Mike was playing a game on his phone. Weston walks over and says, "Daddy, what does this game teach you about Jesus?"
Mike promptly put it away.

Mom: Weston seems to think he is skilled in the art of manipulation.
Dad: It's not manipulation, he's playing Jedi mind tricks on us.
(while waving his hand in front of me)
"My bedroom is not messy."
"I'm glad we are going to the park now."
"I think you mean yes."

Another speech quirk of Dallin.  The "trash can" is a "cash can".

Me: Even after a hellish night with Levi, one look into his eyes in the morning and all is forgotten.
Mike: I'm still holding a grudge.