Legalese...

The children are setting up a monarchy, and my son is being sworn in as a knight. Eldest daughter has written the oath for him to swear in. She might have a future reading law...

I want to be queen

Sung by S in what I can only describe as 'epic rock' style (think a female meatloaf, except even more epic and committed - and 5 years old wearing a white fluffy dressing gown):

I've got to run away right now,
Run away from the world,
I've got to go back in time and do stuff that I have to do,
But it's too late to go back in time...

I want to be the QUEEN! (shouted)
(and back to singing, epically) But I'm only a princess.
The queen is never gonna happen.
With the memories in my head.

Getting dressed

I'm fairly convinced that one of the most difficult parts of parenting is attempting to ensure that your children are dressed in something that achieves appropriate thermal and environmental protection requirements, and also meets the minimum social requirements for being seen by non-family members:

Daddy: Will you please put some clothes on?
S (5 y/o, wearing only her fluffy dressing gown): I don't want to get dressed. I look good enough like this! (Gives a twirl to demonstrate, before running off singing)

If you get killed...

I'm explaining to C (6 y/o) that it's considered unhelpful to kill your teammate in a co-operative online game.

S (5 y/o): I know what you should do if someone kills you in real life: you should tell on them!
C (6 y/o): But if you're dead, you can't do that.
S (5 y/o): Well, if you're almost killed in real life, you should tell Mammy.

Poopies!

6 y/o (to the tune of "Go West" by the Pet Shop Boys):
  Poopies, fell out of the sky,
  Poopies, no need to ask why...

I'm unsure if I should be more concerned about the lyrics he has made up, or that he knows "Go West" by the Pet Shop Boys...

Superbutt!

5 y/o (while flying a doll around like Superman): Da-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na Ttthbp! SUPER BUTT!!!

Truly, our house has the best super heroes... though they do seem to get into somewhat unusual situations:

5 y/o (now singing): Oh no! Your face is all tied up!

Then, from the downstairs bathroom, the voices of the 10 y/o and 8 y/o sing out in musical harmony:

10 y/o & 8 y/o (singing from the downstairs bathroom): Let me peeeeee! Let me poooooop!
5 y/o: They're crazy!

Favourites

In case there was any question as to which is the favourite parent:

S (5 y/o): Mammy, you'll miss me when I'm dead. But if Daddy was dead it would be great. We'd have lots of fun.