Evie: “Mommy, which season is your favorite?”
Sara (with a confused look): “…Season 2?”
Shane: ::laughing::
Sara: “Ooooh, spring! I couldn’t figure out what she meant, the only other answer I could think of was ‘pepper’!”

In a bit of shameless self-promotion, you can go over and check out Alexis’ post about their recent visit. Her post is much nicer than mine, including nice pictures. Okay, it’s sort of narcissistic, but I make this promise to you: I will link to any blogger’s post that says nice things about me or shows nice pictures of my daughter (as long as they don’t also say horrible, unrelated things in the post). That’s just how I roll.

I mentioned before about Evie’s interesting take on telling time. Every morning, before we can eat breakfast, Evie makes me put on her “watch” so she can look at it, see it is time for breakfast, and then take it off. I think she has her units messed up, because lately she’s been telling the time as, “Quarter past pounds”.

I thought I said before (but I couldn’t find it to link to it) that when you ask Evie how she slept, (not how long) she says, “30 hours”. I think she has gotten the idea somehow that “30 hours” is a phrase that is synonymous with a lot, because she told Sara, “I love you 30 hours. That’s how much I love you mommy.”

She has been telling Sara in the morning that, “I was in a tent and I zipped it up and then I slept and then I came back here.” So if you see a tiny form sneaking out the bedroom window, she’s probably just off to her nightly camping trip.

I was trying to get Evie to give me Echo, for no better reason than she didn’t want to give it to me. I kept demanding and she kept saying no, until finally she said, “I am not giving up daddy! That’s the truth!”

Sara: “What did you and daddy have for supper?”
Evie: “Bacon.”
Sara: “What else did you have besides bacon?”
Evie: “Bacon. And more bacon. And more bacon…”