Me: “What is it about swim class that makes you have to go to the bathroom?”
Evie: “Well…maybe the butterflies in my tummy just want to have a little bit more time before we have to leave.”

Evie: “How did you know what that was from?”
Me: “Because Daddy’s know things.”
Evie: “Oh yeah? What’s…one million plus one million??”

Me, singing: “Peoria! Peoria!”
Evie: “I don’t like to sing that anymore. It didn’t seem right to make fun of a street.”

Evie: “Do you know how to babysit?”
Me: “I think I can manage.”
Evie: “Well…you don’t sit on the baby.”