Evie: “Did we bring our dish to passover?” – To be fair, it was a potluck at a Jewish school…

Evie: “Mama, I’ll sit in your lap until I’m nineteen. Actually, I’ll sit in your lap when I’m ten-teen! That’s one more.”

Sara: “He survived Iraq, but he’s not going to survive me. I’m going to kill him.”

Evie, forced to have accursed mint toothpaste: “My mouth is getting cold!”