Crack Me Up

This afternoon, each of the boys was peeling an egg to "eat."  They're almost done and Bridger says, "Kincade, do you want to hatch another egg?"
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Bridger was picking at a hangnail on his finger and said to me, "I can't get it, can you get it?"  So I said, "What is it?"  His response: "A fingerlash."
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We're driving directly into the sun while it was about to set this evening (but it's still high enough to be blinding).  Kellen says, "What a pretty sunset."  I say, "Yeah, but it's a little bright."  He replies, "Yeah, it's white, but some other people might think it's pretty."