This one was reported by Grandma, who was watching the kids while Darren and I were in Las Vegas.
First thing in the morning:
Grandma: Noah, did you have a good sleep?
Noah: Yes. And Pup had a better sleep than me. (as he pats Pup gently)
At breakfast yesterday, while we were discussing Davis's birthday:
Noah: 4 more days until my other birthday!
Noah: (with a very sad face and sad voice) I'm not going to have an other birthday?
Me: No. Just your real birthday.
A few days ago, after getting out of the car by himself, Noah walks in with a black smudge on his nose. I told him to go into the bathroom and wash it off.
Noah: (coming out of the bathroom for his second try at getting his nose clean) My nose isn't black anymore.
Me: How did you clean it?
As an answer, Noah proudly hold his electric toothbrush high in the air.