F: When the El train gets to Farwell Avenue, they say, 'This is Morse' and then we GET OFF and GO HOME!
F El Wisdom, Part II:
F: There's no seat belts on the train so we just sit. And the way I sit is I kneel.
Walking home in the snow:
F: Daddy, let's not sing any more songs. They'll get wet.
F: Dr. Nancy is not a grown-up, she's a doctor!
On learning that the orange crunchy food he ate at day care today was probably a cheese doodle, and that cheese doodles are not the same as Doodle the dog:
F: That's good. I like food that doesn't bark.
On why he spent the whole day asking his teachers, his nanny, and me for Mommy: