Evie: “What’s that planet that Spanish comes from?”

::sobbing from Evie’s bedroom in the night::
Me: “What’s wrong, honey?”
Evie: “I have corn in my pants and I want you to get it out!”
Me: “How did you get corn in your pajamas?”
Evie: “Not these pants!”

It took me a long time to figure out exactly what was going on here. It turned out she had stuck three enormous handfuls of corn kernels in her pants pockets during the day (from a school project, not from dinner), and wanted me to get it before they went through the wash!

Evie: “Can you zip my coat up?”
Me: “No, you’re old enough to do it yourself.”
::Evie snatches a sweater out of my hands::
Evie: “But my hands are full!”