Rooby to D when he tried to have a conversation about the ethics of fibbing in order to manipulate people: “Baba, you’re not the teacher of me.”
Rooby to D when he resorted to pointing out (erroneously, of course) that “superheroes don’t lie”: “Well, I don’t have my costume on right now.”
Rooby, responding to my assertion that I don’t have any particular desire for dessert: I think all people should have dessert, even grown ups.
Rooby: Yes. And dogs too. And cats, and other animals, and all the things that live on this planet, except the ones that don’t have faces.
D: What do you want for breakfast?
Rooby: I want a waffle that’s NOT BURNED.
Rooby: You know what?
Rooby: A few weeks ago, Mama made one waffle that was really not burned!
Rooby: Do you want to know something? I’ll whisper it to your ear.
Rooby: [whispering] You’re a stinker.
Me: Hmm. Do you want to hear my idea?
Me: [whispering] You’re a stinker.
Rooby: Well, I have a very good idea.
Me: What is it?
Rooby: [whispering] You are a very. Big. Stinker.
Me: I have an even better idea.
Me: [whispering] You are an even bigger stinker.
Rooby: I have an idea that’s good for both of us.
Rooby: [whispering] The house is a stinker.
Me: I think you’re right.
Rooby: And we’re both rascals!
Rooby: I made you a necklace!
Me: I love it! It’s beautiful.
Rooby: It has a pattern. See?
Rooby: It goes orange, blue, orange, pink, pink, pink, dark pink, dark pink, pink, dark pink, green, green, pink, green, blue, dark pink.
Rooby: Can you move the fruit bowl over here?
Rooby: Do you know how I know it’s a fruit bowl?
Rooby: Because it’s a bowl that has fruit in it.
Rooby: Why do you have to go to Chicago?
Me: I’m going to a conference.
Rooby: When will you come back?
Rooby: Wow, you guys sure do come back on Sundays!