In celebration, I’m giving you the gift of quotes:

Evie: “I’m making pancakes! Just teasing, that’s just a phrase. It means I’m making sausage.”

Evie: “Those trees were funny.”
Me: “Why were they funny?”
Evie: “One was touching a car, one looked different than all the rest, one was blowing in the wind, and one was by itself, all alone.”

Maybe we have a future poet?

Evie, handing me the fan remote:  “This doesn’t work.”
Me, suspiciously: “What do you expect that it does?”
Evie: “Well, my other one works as a phone.”

The other day, Evie set a Kohls’ charge card on top of a book, which she insists is a note that says, “Dear Santa, I think you know what to do with this.”