Evie: “My hands are sticky.”
Me: “Why?”
Evie: “I’m not going to tell you, you know why? Because I ate a [dried] cherry [after she was explicitly told not to]”
::Me, pondering how to answer::
Evie: “Don’t worry, nobody saw me.”

Evie: “Grandma, can I have that stamper?”
Grandma S: “Here you go.”
Evie: “Thank you.” ::to herself:: “She’s a really nice Grandma, even if I don’t love her.” – She later told me she was just kidding, and she does love Grandma. But it was quite surprising at the time!

Grandma S: “Does his shirt say, ‘My Aunt Sucks’?”

Evie, assembling random letters: “This is a word that they use a lot in France.”
Me: “Oh yeah? What does it mean?”
Evie: “Like when you have to ask a question. It means, ‘Can I?'”
Me: “Huh, I’ve never heard that word before.”
Evie: “You probably weren’t in Paris or in French class long enough to hear it.”

There is a fine line between a girl with a good imagination, and a bold faced liar. At least she has confidence I guess?