They’re coming fast and hard these days, folks! Griffin is saying some pretty wonderful stuff:

On our way home from the park, with the sun setting and a giant full moon on the horizon, Griffin says, “Wow! What a nice moon! I just want to give it a big hug!”

With two weeks of preschool under his belt, Griffin declares, “I think I’m ready for first grade!”

Having not eaten very much for breakfast, I said, “Griffin, are you sure you’re done with breakfast?” to which he replied, “YES! I’m just so ex-kited for preschool!!!”

In the car:
Griffin: “When will I be a baby again?”
Sarah: “Oh, honey. You will never be a baby again. You will keep growing and growing and become a man, like Daddy. And then someday maybe you will be a daddy, too.”
Griffin: “And then I will make pumpkin soup!!”

At lunch, eating a piece of Halloween candy:
“What’s this one called?”
“A Butterfinger.”
“Is it a finger or a butt?”