Evie: “Each kid has 2 boxes of band-aids.”
Me:  “I’m glad we don’t need to use that many!”
Evie: “Yeah, then I’d be Evelyn Lois the Injured.”

Evie: “Mama, how high can you count?”
Sara: “Probably high enough that I could count for the rest of my life.”
Evie: “But then you would be counting at my wedding and that would be really funny!”

Evie: “The moon is so beautiful. It looks like a hangnail!” – Poetic.

Sara: “Can you say your full name? Are you ‘Trouble Halbach’?”
Ollie: “Trouble Halbach Evie.”

Kid knows his sister.