Norb, holding up a card: “Do you know this language?” Papa: “Yeah, it’s the language we speak, English.” Norb: “No, we speak American!”
Norb: “Was I in your tummy in 4046?” Papa: “Uh…that hasn’t come around yet.” Norb: “Is that next month?”
Norb: “What’s one hundred million condruplement plus…” Papa: “That’s not a number.” Norb: “One hundred million condruplement is behind your age.” Papa: “One is ahead of the number of brain cells you...
Norbert: “Are raccoons cats or dogs?” Papa: “Neither. They’re raccoons.” Norbert: “…cat-dogs?”
Norbert: “Can ghosts touch demselves?”
Norbert, after crouching in the driveway picking up unidentified tiny objects and depositing them in a small box: “Der! I fink dese are tiny baby mouse eggs. We can hatch tiny baby mouses from dem.”
Norbert, putting on shorts: “I’m naming these ‘short-sleeve pants’!”
Norb, looking at the weather map: “There’s a tomato getting close to our house.”
Norb, on hearing the Sat. siren test: “TERMADO!”
Norb (3), singing “…maybe we should compromise…” Margaret (15): “Do you know what ‘compromise’ means?” M: “It means ‘halfway happy.'” N: “No! It means ‘crying!'” N:...
