Sara, holding up both index fingers: “What is one plus one?”
Evie: “Eleven.”
Sara: “Uh, I don’t know how to respond to that.”

Me: “Sometimes in the hotel it is so boring I can’t fall asleep.”
Sara: “Is there an exercise room? You could work out.”
Me: “I don’t like your ideas.”
Evie: “You’re mischief, mommy!”

Me: “Are you going to miss me when I’m on my trip?”
Evie: “No.”
Me: “You’re not??”
Evie: “Well, we still have pictures of you…”

Evie: “That’s a lot of milk, mama!”
Sara: “Do you think I can drink it all?”
Evie: “Yeah, you have a big mouth.”

So, we were playing doctor, and Evie said she had two burned feet. I put some cream on and told her to come back in a week. When she came back she said, “That cream didn’t work because it’s called Sour Bit. I bought this cream at the store, it’s called Messy McCream.” Later she said, “What are some of your creams’ names?” but I drew a blank. Some doctor I turned out to be.