(And for everybody's 411 - Luke is four years old.)

Luke was standing by himself on the sofa and staged his own concert with his new guitar. Suddely he shouts:
- COME ON EVERYBODY. LET'S PARTY!

In car going home from school.
- Lovisa? Today in school, my pants fell down.
- Oh really? Did you pull them up again?
- Yeah. They fell down and I pulled them up. Then, they fell down AGAIN. And everybody laughed.
- Aaw. Well that wasn't very nice. Was it?
- No... but Lovisa...? it was in the bathroom.
- Oh, in the bathroom?
- Yeah.
- That's crazy buddy.
- Yeah. There is a lot of crazy things going on in my pants.

Luke and I are playing in the playroom. Luke is just about to close the door and he see's the dog coming towards him. So he says, very disapointed (and too much alike a grownup) to be interrupted
- Ah...Rockwell is coming....What a shame...

A worker is out in our yard measuring for the town and everybody thinks he looks cute and that I should go out there and introduce myself. Everyone except me - without make-up, in glasses and hair tied up in a knot because I have conditioner in there. Grandma even goes out there to check him out. When she comes inside she tells everyone that he is gorgeous with great teeth. "Really boyfriend material!" She says. And Luke goes;
- He can't be her boyfriend. I'm her boyfriend!
- Well Luke. Isn't she too old for you?
- No... not really.
- But you can't marry her.
- No but I can date her??