Evie: “Do bears like bees?”
Me: “Umm…”
Evie: “Because then I would marry one. I like bees and I want to marry someone who likes bees.”
Me: “So you would marry a bear?”
Evie: “If he liked bees.”

Me, singing to Evie: “You’ll go down in history!”
Evie: “No. Herstory.”

Dad: “I have a good trivia question for you! Who originally wrote and sang Frosty the Snowman?”
::thinking::
Me: “I don’t know, I give up. Who?”
Dad: “I don’t know. I told you it would be a good trivia question!”

Sara: “Evie, can you pick up that fuzz ball on the floor?”
Evie: “Where is it?”
Sara: “It’s right there.”
Evie: “I can’t see it, I don’t have my glasses!”

I think she was spending too much time with Grandpa Johnny!