When my mom tried to drop him off in the preschool room at her church:
"I don't want to go in there. I want to go to regular church. It is more exciting. And more serious."
(For the record, he sat mostly still and very quiet all through a very long and non-interactive service. He is used to our liturgical service, with lots of congregational participation, so I was impressed. He did have his space shuttle to entertain him-see below.)
After waking from a nap in the car, during which he had not let go of the toy space shuttle my brother gave him:
"I want to die with this space shuttle in my hand so I can take it to heaven and show it to Jesus."
I laughed so hard at that one that I woke up poor Hobbes, who had been sleeping like a log for nearly 3 hours in the car. (Visiting their Nana wears the boys out...and their Nana, too!)