zfirstborn, sincerely and humbly to me in the kitchen: “Mom, I am struggling with telling my brothers what to do so I am reading in my bible in psalms and proverbs. I want to see what God has to say about it.”
Later, in the car, zfirstborn yelling at his brothers: “Guys! I’m trying to read you the bi-ble! Be quiet and listen!” Steering wheel prevents mom face-plant into dashboard.
ztwinone, sitting at the table, singing: “Mom is better than chocolate-caaake, I like Mom better than chocolate-caaake.”
me: “Sweet boy. I think I’ll keep you.”
ztwintwo, whispers in my ear: “I don’t like Mom better than chocolate cake. Well, maybe the same, but not better.”
me, looking askance at him, unimpressed. “Really? Well, I make chocolate cake. And cookies, and pie, and all of your other favorite foods.”
ztwintwo, sitting at table, singing: “Mom is better than chocolate-caaake, I like Mom better than chocolate-caaake!”
me: “I guess I’ll keep you too.”
zgirl, sitting in her car seat, swinging her legs, urgently needing me to hear her: “Mommomomommomom, mommymommomom! God lubs me. And Jeeesus. God lub me and Jeeesus lub me.”
me: “Yes, that’s true.”
zgirl: “God lub me and I want to hit you.”
me: “Yes, God loves you, but that’s not nice to want to hit me.”
zgirl: “Why?”
me: “Because you would hurt me.”
zgirl; “Huh. God lub me.”
And just now, handing me my mug, evidence smeared around her mouth, zgirl: “I drink your coffee ok Mom. All gone in my mouth.”
me: “uh-oh.”
stumblingtoholiness 
That is adorable! You must be an awesome mother.