Evie: “I must be like an adult now.”
Me: “Why’s that?”
Evie: “Because my clothes are getting too small, and Nala keeps biting me.”

It’s true that Nala bites Sara’s ankles like it’s her job.

Me: “Are these shoes okay? They’re not too small?”
Evie: “Well, they’re not too big, either.”

Evie spontaneously made up a new verse for the old rhyme below. I thought it was pretty good! Making the move from singer to singer/songwriter?

Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye.
Four and twenty blackbirds, baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened,the birds began to sing;
Wasn’t that a dainty dish to set before the king?

The king was in his counting house, counting out his money;
The queen was in the parlor, eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes;
When down came a blackbird and snatched off her nose.

***Evie’s new verse***

The cook was in the kitchen, stirring up a brew,
When down came the blackbird and snatched off his too!