Barb: “Oh, is it only 7:30? 7:18? 7:15?”
Sara: “Ahh! Time is going backwards!”

(It was a timer counting down, not a clock)

::A dog runs out in the street. Anna casually drapes her arm around Evie’s face::
Evie: “What are you doing?”
Anna: “Oh, just watching out for you.”
Evie: “Are you trying to make me not see the dog get dead??”

Gotta get up pretty early in the morning to pull the wool over her eyes.

::Evie was staying up “late” for her sleepover with mommy. We were just sort of sitting in the living room and I was on the computer::
Evie, incredulous: “Is this really what you guys do when we’re sleeping??”

I think she imagined something a little more glamorous.