Evie: “Daddy, I want to cut open your stomach and look at your skeleton.” – This is why I’m a light sleeper these days…that’s a hell of a non-sequitur!

Evie: “Daddy, is it okay if I talk in my sleep? Because sometimes I have to whisper, ‘Flying Chair! Flying Chair!’ if I want to go anywhere.”

Sara, on a Monday: “We will use the new blender on Wednesday.”
Evie: “You shouldn’t have told me that! Now I won’t be able to sleep!”

Evie: “It must be hard to be a zebra. Or a monkey. Or a Japan.”
Sara: “Japan is a country.”
Evie: “Oh.”