“See you soon, you crocodile!”

Evie said, “I’m a radio.” “Who said that?” asked Sara. “Cee Cee,” Evie replied glumly. “Again.” For the record, she is a radio; she breaks into song constantly.

“I watch Super Readers. Mommy and Daddy watch Google readers.” She’s right again; I do spend a lot of time looking at Google reader.

“…then they spelled rabbit.”
“Do you know how to spell rabbit?”
“I think so…”
“How do you spell it?”
“With letters.”

“We did many fun things, for example, we went to the park!” Sara and I were rolling about this one, the “for example” was just too much.

Evie loves to talk. Talk and talk and talk. There’s really no question where she gets it from, since I’m the same way, so it doesn’t really bother me. But as Sara said, “I was home with her the other day and I think she did 80% of the talking.”

She loves to make up stories. She will go on for hours about the pink dragon with yellow and blue polka dots that lives in the basement and eats broccoli, or what Evie did on the day she visited her imaginary friend Shu Shi‘s house (yes, the name has evolved a little bit) including what they ate for dinner, what Shu Shi’s house looks like, where they went, who said what, what they did, etc.

I could just sit and listen to her talk forever, it never gets old to me. She’s just so creative and imaginative and she always surprises you with an adult turn of phrase. There are probably 10 things a day I wish I could remember. I would have a lot more of these posts if I just followed her around with a pen and paper.