Sara: “There’ll always be somebody who doesn’t like you.”
Me: “What? Doesn’t like me? I only met one person ever who didn’t like me, and I married her.”

::Riding in the car silently for 10 minutes::
Evie, suddenly wailing: “What if I can’t find anybody to marry??”

Really? That starts at 3 1/2 now?

Sara: “What is it?”
Me: “It looks like a stink bug to me.”
Sara: “Can you smell it?”
Me: “It’s hard to smell anything over my own stink.”