Faelan, asking for some food: "'I'm hungry,' he said."

Tugging on my shirt: "'I can't get milk,' said the baby rabbit."

After I announced that it was time to leave the library, with no more 'one more minutes,' he started yelling "no," and running around in a circle, trying to avoid my putting him in the carrier. Then he yelled, "I vewy angy at that!"
I asked, "You're very angry that we have to go home right now and we don't have time to play?"
"Yep!" he said.
"Okay. Time to jump into the carrier."
"Jump!" And we were off, with no further complaints.