Overheard in the third row

While driving down the road, the following conversation could be heard between our 6yo and almost 5yo.

"You're 8 years old and you have a beard."
(Defiantly) "I'm NOT 8 years old and I DON'T have a beard."
"Yes you do."
"No I don't."
"Yes you dooOOOO! You do have a beard."
"But I'm not 8 years old."
"But you DO have a beard."
"No I DOOOOON'T! I am not 8 years old and I do NOT have a beard. YOU do."
"No, YOU!"

(enter Mom) "Reece, stop teasing your sister. And where in the world did you get that line anyway?"
"From the Grinch."

And coming in with another comment overheard in the second row this evening as we passed a busy commercial zone.
"WOW! Hooters is really busy this evening!"
Carl and I had to keep a straight face, as Olivia has no clue. As I've stated in the past, our girl definitely has A Bit of the Bunker in her. Today she added to her Bunkerisms.
"Dad, someone left a matcher on that table."
"A what?"
"A matcher."
That's Bunker for cigarette lighter (she spotted it in the restaurant we were at.)

And this.
"Olivia, you kids have a dentist appointment first thing Monday morning."
"Aw, tarter sauce. I don't like it when they put that aura on our teeth."
"Aura?"
"Uh huh."
"Liv, what's aura?"
"I don't know. They always put it on and it's supposed to taste good but I can't wait 'til they rinse it off."
"You mean,...flouride???"
"Oh. Yeah."
"It's flouride, Liv. Not aura."
"Well maybe he can stop sucking my cheeks into that straw thing when he puts it on this time."
Sigh.

Toni