Evie: “Where do you stay a long time before you go home?”
Sara: “What do you mean, honey?”
Evie: “The hospital! Such as.”

Okay Ms. North Carolina.

Evie: “I smell something”
Me: “I think it was daddy’s stinky toot.”
Evie: ::fake crying:: “Your stinky toot is making me cry!”
(Don’t let it ever be said that I would let my own embarrassment stand in the way of a funny story)

Evie was eating pretzels dipping them in peanut butter. She likes pretzels, but mostly she just likes the peanut butter. Finally, she finished all the pretzels, but there was a little peanut butter left.
Evie: “It’s finger time!”

Evie: “I like to put [the cup] on the sun, so the sun goes down.”
Me: ::chuckling::
Evie: “I think you should put that on your e-blog, because it’s really funny!”

Done and done, sweetheart.