Evie: “I am *not* in the mood for grownups today!”

Evie: “I had a bad dream! Crocodiles were in my bed and they were giving me shots! Then I got a lollipop.”
Me: “So…it was a good dream?”
Evie, miffed: “Crocodiles were giving me shots!!”

Evie: “If you were born on the sun, then right after you were born, you would die.” – How’s that for a non sequitur?

Me: “Evie, don’t poke your nose.”
Evie: “I was just checking it!”