Oliver couldn’t reach the crayons that were on top of the microwave, so he ran and got the stool. He still couldn’t reach it, so he ran and got one piece of paper, put that on top of the stool, then stood on it and tried to reach again. Surprisingly, he still couldn’t reach.

Me: “You know, they have French dressing too.”
Evie, laughing: “French dressing?? I could believe Italian dressing, but French dressing? No, you’re going to have to prove it to me.”

::Sara and I cruelly forcing Evie to sit on the potty::
Evie: “My pee pees and poo poos are not coming. I think this is not their flight!”

Evie: “Grandma, I am getting tired of following after you putting down the toilet seat!”