We've been compiling this list for a few months now, and it's getting pretty long, with quite a few contributions from Noah these days. I was reading through them recently and decided it was time to post. Here goes . . .
Some recent conversations about food:
Wiley told us his "Top 7 Meals":
1. tortillas
2. pizza
3. chicken pot pie
4. A creamy chicken dish Mommy recently invented
5. chicken and rice
6. baked potatoes
7. Sunday night snacks
And then Noah felt inspired and gave us his own "Top 7":
1. sweets
2. mango
3. tortillas
4. pizza
5. chocolate chips
6. milk
7. chocolate milk

Wiley: You need to eat more oatmeal, Noah, so you don't blow away with the wind. You need to eat meat. And sandwiches. And healthy stuff like eggs, vegetables and tuna melt.
Noah: Or mango.
Wiley: No, mango is not that healthy.
Noah: Why does chocolate taste better than everything else?
Noah (picking at dried food/snot around his face/mouth): What's this?
Mommy: Probably dried food or snot.
Noah: No. It flew up from my beard.
Noah (on seeing something floating in his water bottle): What's in my water?
Mommy: I don't know.
Noah: It came from my beard.

Aden offered Mommy some of his chocolate from a birthday
goody bag he'd received, but she declined. Aden replied, "But I thought all
ladies loved chocolate." After asking him more about where he had made
this discovery, he told us that his friend at school said his mom always
waits until he she thinks he's asleep and then goes to the kitchen
to "chomp on chocolate."
More Deep Thoughts from Aden, while sick:
Aden: I
wish all the stuff that I didn't like in the world didn't exist, like
hurricanes, getting struck by lightning, going blind . . .
Aden: When you're sick, it's really easy to think that you'll be sick forever.
Sometimes we catch an interesting glimpse into their days at school:
Apparently the third grade class was working on "data-gathering," and getting some practice in the kindergarten class.
Aden: Do the third graders sometimes come and get dada (data) from the kindergartners?
Wiley: Yeah. They get their dads and then they read to us.
And a list from Noah:
Noah: Are they people, or girls?
Noah, to Mommy (who was holding Emma and tossing some clothes to Noah to fold): Catching is hard for you.
Mommy: (absentmindedly) Sometimes.
Noah: No, a lot of times.
Noah (reading a birthday card): They didn't know my name.
Mommy: Yes they did. The card says, "Dear Noah."
Noah: But my name doesn't have a Dear in it.

Noah (after a haircut): I've got Buzz all over me.
Mommy: Can we turn on that fan now?
Noah: Why?
Mommy: I'm hot. I'm sweating.
Noah: And we're going to melt?
Mommy: I will.
Noah: Why?
Mommy: I'm made out of sugar.
Noah: You're made out of sugar? And we're made out of clay, too.
Noah (looking at a blue screen): It's pitch-blue.
Daddy (answering a question from Noah): Yes.
Noah: Do you mean yeah?
Noah (playing cars with Mommy): Mommy, you can't race anymore. And that's good. You won't lose.
Noah: Is God a he or a she?
Mommy: A he.
Noah: But Jesus has girl hair.
Noah (looking at a family picture from Table Mountain): There's Noah, there's
Wiley, there's Aden, there's Daddy, and there's Mommy. And we have
another one borning.
Noah: I can make a police siren in Tagalog.
Daddy (hearing Wiley read): Excellent!
Noah: Leviticus!

Noah: Mommy, we saw a ladybug and it had wings. But it was a she.
Noah (looking under the couch): It's kind of not fair for ants. Because they get to go under anything.
Noah (age 3, to Emma, age 10 months, while riding in the backseat of the car): Let's play charades.
Daddy: Noah, this is your last drink tonight because I don't want you to pee the bed.
Noah: Is there pee in my drinks?
Sometimes through these conversations we get a glimpse into their reasoning and thought processes:
Noah: When I grow up I wanna be a grandpa. Actually a drump truck
driver. What does T-R-O-X-O-R-P-U spell?
Mommy (attempting to pronounce the string of letters): Troxorpoo, I guess.
Noah: Is
that a kind of car?
Noah: It's not ok to say dumb, but you can say freedom. . . . Does the
devil think it's ok to say dumb? He's poisonous . . . Is the devil a he
or a she?
Just to show that Emma wants to hold her own in this group, we'll add a few of her contributions:

Even before she was talking, she liked to spit, and also liked to imitate sounds she heard. Mommy was using the nasal aspirator to clean out Emma's nose, and each time Emma would spit to imitate the sound, nearly perfectly. Mommy also used saline spray; Emma's nose was blocked, so the saline dripped down into her mouth. For the second nostril, Emma opened her mouth and was ready for a drink!
For a while, as Emma was learning names, she called all the boys "Woah
" (Noah). Now, she has added "Wiyey" to her vocabulary, and although we are confident she knows all three of the boys' names, she insists that all of them answer to her current favorite.
Emma has lots of new words in her vocabulary these days, and she's starting to repeat more and more of what she hears us say. A few we hear most often are
Noke (milk) Up
No Eat
Ball Please
Cup Book
Shoe Change
HI! Happy
Out (when she is done in her high chair or wants out of the stroller)
Bath (though her enjoyment of these can vary dramatically, and apparently she doesn't like bubbles)
Bob (a favorite character from Sandra Boynton's "Fifteen Animals")
Woof (or dok - dog)
Cat (or meow)
Emma
Mmm-ah (our favorite - a kiss)