Oh, Honey. He's a Little. All Littles are natural athletes

[at breakfast] Mrs. Little:
[hands Stuart his plate]
Here you go. Stuart Little:
Thanks, Mom. Mrs. Little:
Stuart, don't forget your water bottle. George... Fredrick Little:
...don't forget your cleats. Fredrick Little:
[to Mrs. Little]
My, you're looking lovely this morning. Mrs. Little:
[as her husband kisses her]
Well, some people just know how to wear oatmeal. Mrs. Little:
[feeding Martha]
OK, open up. Martha Little:
Blah... blah. Mrs. Little:
[surprised, sharing the news to the other family members]
Did you hear that? She said "Blah... blah"! I can't believe it! Her first word! [George rolls his eyes at Stuart, as Stuart gives smile to George] Mrs. Little:
Where's the baby book? I'm writing it down. Fredrick Little:
[as he's packing food]
I'm not sure that's technically, you know, a word. Mrs. Little:
Well, of course it is. But you know, Uncle Crenshaw says that every Little starts talking by 9 months. Fredrick Little:
Or in Uncle Crenshaw's case, never stops. Stuart Little:
Are you both coming to the game? Fredrick Little:
Wouldn't miss it! Mrs. Little:
[to Mr. Little]
Frederick, this soccer game is making me very... Fredrick Little:
Proud? Mrs. Little:
Anxious... especially about... [Stuart grabs some jelly from the jar and slips] Stuart Little:
I'm fine. Fredrick Little:
He's fine. Mrs. Little:
All those boys stomping around in cleats. What if someone... [makes a smashing gesture] Fredrick Little:
Oh, Honey. He's a Little. All Littles are natural athletes