Heard around Casa de Blah Blah over the past couple days:
Our balcony door is open. There is a prodigious amount of honking and yelling from the street. Our downstairs neighbor yells back from his balcony, "I forgot my cocktail!" There is a period of relative silence, and then the honking and yelling begins again. Some thoughtful young gentlemen down on the street are hanging out by their ginormous SUV -- a Navigator? Who knows? -- and yelling, "Where are those cocktails?!"
Viva [gesturing toward the balcony]: What's that?
Sweet Willie [all weary sarcasm]: Probably a genius.
Viva: Look, Mommy, look! A genius!
I have just finished taking a shower. I am standing in the bathroom in my birthday suit, putting on moisturizer. Sweet Willie is watching me from the bedroom.
Sweet W: Your booty looks like a cat's smile.
Monday Morning, Viva Awake Now
We are in Viva's bathroom, having just finished brushing her teeth and washing her face. Viva picks up an incense holder, which mercifully is empty.
Viva: Where's the stick? What happen to the stick, man?