Me: Wow, Evie, you're right...where did you learn that?
Evie: In my head. My brain gave it to me. For my birfday.
Addressing the LOUDNESS coming from Audrey's room during naptime-
Me: Honey, you really need to be quiet; I can hear you all the way downstairs.
Audrey (wearing a fake lei): Well, I'm just saving my girls because the Arabian sea has sharks.
Audrey: And I'm just tossing them onto the ship.
Evie musing aloud in the car:
I want to go to all the places I've never been before. Gloria Days, Krispy Kreme...and, uh, Hawaii.
Observing Heidi strutting around in her diaper-
Audrey: Mom, it's not appropriate to walk around the house with just a diaper on. That's called...showing your diaper.
All you scantily clad babies, take note.
Having no luck locating her school library book-
Evie (matter-of-factly): There's just one thing to do...trade in one of my own books.
After a few minutes of trying to persuade me to get a dog (no):
Audrey: Well, I can clean up the poop with a broom and a dust pan.
And after assuring her the answer is still no-
Audrey: We can get a cat.
In the middle of dinner a thoughtful Evie states:
I love to eat butter.
Evie: How old is God?
Me: He is...older than everything.
Evie: I fink he's 90 years old.
Silence at the dinner table, then-
Evie: Mom, when you're 69, what will you look like?
While visiting Cora in the hospital Audrey's first question:
Is that her container that she sleeps in?
and after giving her new sister a good long look:
I love her little feet the best of her body.
Evie (coming inside after finger-painting on the patio):
*sigh* The mosquitoes want to drink my blood.
Evie (wailing after it was realized that Audrey accidentally left her purse at the park near the Civil War museum, where there was a soldier re-enactment that day):
Will the strange enemies take the purse?
Audrey: Mom, why are they smiling so much? And dancing around outside?
And a parenting backfire- one day after some difficulty playing with her sisters I pulled Evie aside and tried to explain to her that Tim and I won't always be around and sisterly relationships are a gift. Well, sobbing ensued and for the rest of the afternoon Evie would intermittently tear up over the thought of Tim and I both dying. After apologizing (again) for upsetting her I asked her about being so sad.Evie: Because. Four girls and no parents sounds like an ugly story!
And finally...Recently Evie proudly presented us with a card she had made (at home) for a boy in her class:
Tim: Wow, so is this you and him getting married?
Evie (quite perplexed): No- that's a picture of me marrying another man when I'm older.