Evie: “Grandpa, do you have a 6?”
Grandpa: “No, go fish.”
::Evie draws a different pair::
Evie: “Grandpa, do you have a 6?”
Grandpa: “No, go fish.”
::Evie draws a different pair::
Evie: “Grandpa, do you have a 6?”
Grandpa: “No, go fish!”
Evie, to herself: “He still doesn’t have any 6s!”

Evie: “Brr, my teeth are cheddering!”

::Sara and I were overheard talking about a police officer who got killed::
Evie: “He got shot?”
Sara: “Yes, honey.”
Evie: “But why did they do that??”
Sara: “The man was a really bad man.”
Evie, extremely worried: “But…is he going to eat him?”
::Sara and I cracking up::
Sara: “That’s right honey, you should only shoot something if you plan on eating it.”

Me: “Okay Evie, new rule! No more naked bike riding.” – Well, technically she was wearing slippers.