French toast and caramel fried bananas for supper

Thing Two: I don't want to be rude, but this French toast tastes like [unintelligible].
Me: What? Did you say it tastes like hippopotamus?
Thing Two: No! I said it tastes like DEAD hippopotamus.

The finish line

Thing Two (at supper): I'm eating my green beans. They're going down, down my neck.
Auntie B: You mean your throat, inside your neck?
Thing Two: Yes. They're going down my froat. My mouth is the starting line, and my butt is the finish line.

This not meat

Me: Eat your meat.
Thing Two: This not meat. This meatBALLS. But not meat.

Grillin'

While Dapper Dad and I discussed which of us should go get a foil package full of fries off the hot grill,
Thing One (to Dapper Dad): You stay in here and let Mommy go burn herself.

Whose idea?

Going over our "parts fun" for the day,
Thing One: My part fun was taking a nap!
Me (surprised): It was? Why?
Thing One: That's where I got the idea that I could beat everybody (done with supper).
Me: So, you were lying in bed and you thought you could beat everyone done with supper?
Thing One: No. The bed had the idea, and it came into my head during naptime.

Me!

At supper,
Thing One: Who wants to eat broccoli?
Thing Two (raising his hand): Me!
Me: Me!
Thing One coughs with a tiny bite of salt-covered broccoli in his mouth.
Thing One: Who wants to choke on salt?
Thing Two (raising his hand): Me!