Parkerisms

Conversation between two 3 year olds in Nebraska:
P: Camden, I just pooped a big one!
C: I poop big one's too!

Man wearing overalls walks by us outside of a Walmart in York, Nebraska:
P: Mom look a farmer! It's a farmer mom. LOOK! A FARMER!

At the McDonalds in Platte City, Missouri:
P: (one eyebrow raised, totally serious) That looks like my dad, but I don't think that's my dad.
(ponders while I ignore him)
P: Mom, I think that looks like my dad, but not today. Dad's in Alabama.
M: Ok Parker, eat your chicken.
P: Ya, that's not my dad.

In Branson, outside of my musician brother-in-law's office (I guess that's what you'd call it?)
P: That's Steve's rockin' room. He rocks in there.
M: Yes Parker. We don't ever, ever touch anything in here.
P: Ya, we never ever touch rockin' stuff. Only Steve touches rockin' stuff.