A: Daddy, I want to bring my new guitar (ukelele received for Hanukkah) to Florida.
Me: You know what buddy (think fast) we didn't get a ticket for your guitar, so it can't come.
A: Oh, well... can you please call the airplane to see if they have any more tickets?  If they don't then I won't bring my guitar, but can you pleeeease try?

A: Daddy, eating lunch makes me tired for nap.
Me: Me too.
A: I ate a big lunch, so I'm really tired.  I think I need a big nap.

A: Mommy, what do you do at work?
Rachael (Psychologist): When kids are sad, they come to my office and I help them feel better.
A: When I'm sad, can I come to your office?
R: Can't I help you at home if you're sad?
A: Mommy you don't help me feel better at home... I'll have to come to your office.

 Mommy, I can't believe it... I slept past 8 this morning.  Hanukkah sure makes me tired!

While playing "work" at our neighbor Kim's house...
Kim- "Avery, what is your job? Are you a teacher?"
Avery- "No... I work at my job."
hmmmmm

I was blow-drying his hair last night after bath-

A: Daddy, I want to push the button on the hair-dryer.
Me: Okay.
A: What happens if I push it up?
Me: It's on "low"
A: And what happens if I push it down?  (mind you, he knows the answers to these questions)
Me: It's on "hi"
A: Well, then, what if I push it down then up?
Me: "hi, low"
A: hahahahah.  "Hi-low", nice to meet you Daddy!

A: Daddy your shirt has buttons again today!
Me: Yes, it's a "button-down shirt".
A: Why is it called "button-down" and not "button"?
Me: Good question.  I guess it's because if you start with the top button, you start buttoning down your shirt.
A: But what if you start at the bottom and go up with your buttons.
Me: You're right, then I guess it would be a "button-up" shirt.
A: I think you should just call it a "button shirt".

Avery: Daddy, this morning I tried to button my pants but these pants are tricky and I couldn't do it.  I guess there are some things I can't do.  But I'll keep trying.

This is from October, but I just remembered.  Avery and I were headed to Trader Joe's grocery to pick up a few things.  As we walked toward the store in the parking lot, Avery shouted to me.

A: Hey Daddy!
Me: What?
A: Hey Daddy!
Me: Hey, WHAT?
A: HEY DADDY!!!
Me: Avery this is ridiculous... hey what?  What would you like me to look at?
A: Hey!
Me: Hey!? 
A: Yes, that's it.
Me: What?

At that point he pointed to the bales of hay that pumpkins were sitting on top of outside the store.

A: You see... Hay!
Me: ohhhhhhhh, hay.

On the way to a jazz concert this evening, Avery noted a plane in the sky.

A: Daddy, do you the see the plane and its lights in the sky?
Me: Yes, it has lights just like Daddy's car.
A: We won't see the plane at the concert though...
Me: Oh?  I guess I don't understand.
A: Well, the plane doesn't have a mouth, so it can't play trumpet.