March 21, 2017
Edith, looking at a mud puddle, asked how it got there. I asked her what she thought. Her response: The raindrops pooped.
March 27, 2017
I asked Edith to clean her room. She looked at me sternly, and I internally prepped myself for some major sass.
E (slowly, sternly): "I. Am. (Pause) Adorable!"
April 11, 2017
E: "Are we ready to die?"
Turns out, it was "dye," not "die." She wanted to decorate the eggs we had boiled for Easter that morning.
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