How does mold grow on your teeth?

This tortilla is beautiful. It's like art. It's precious art.

This is my X-ray sound phone. You call me on it when you want me to pull the rope in so you can get onto the boat raft.

How do you spell "King of the Underworld?"

One day can the whole family take apart the kitchen table and put it back together again?

Knock, knock. (Who's there?) Chicken. (Chicken who?) Chicken Why-Did-He-Cross-the-Road?

How many hours do you live? How many days? How many weeks? What's the highest number possible to live?

You get a 100% hug. It's like cotton, but it just hug.

Thank you for the fabulous dinner, Mama. Baba, are YOU going to thank Mama for the dinner? (Janusz: Thank you for the wonderful dinner, Suzuki.) I think fabulous is more than wonderful. Don't you think it was fabulous?

How is electricity made? How are magnets made so that they have all positives on one side and negatives on the other?

Did you know that if you say "terribly good," it means even more than "great?" It means the best good ever.

Mama, you look good lying in the bed with your hair like that. Your grey hair looks like seaweed.

Which is smaller, atoms or molecules? What's the smallest thing? How does mold grow on your teeth?

Twinkle, twinkle little spaghetti, how I wonder when you'll be ready. Up above the meatball sky, like a meatball in the sky, twinkle, twinkle little spaghetti, how I wonder when you'll be ready.

Are germs alive? What happens to them after you blow your nose? How many babies can germs have at one time?

Remember that movie about the hairy pierogi? And it had a talking pineapple in it? (Um, NO. Perhaps you dreamed it?)

I'm a tiger. I used to eat fish and share the fish with other tigers, but now I'm a vegetarian.

I've learned so many things from Baba lately! [Baba (Janusz) made charts and taught him the functions of hormones, the structure of atoms and certain molecules, how magnets are made to be polarized, and how electricity if made.]

Janusz: Julian, are you done with your pierogi?
Julian: Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin.

I'm a love transporter. I have the most love ever. And I throw it out all over the world, not knowing where it goes.

Suzuki: Goodnight, Juju. 
Julian: Goodnight...Wait, Mama! How does the heart pump blood?

Rockets (5 years old)

Contraptions (5 years old)

Fairfax Festival (3 years old)