S: “V, did you just squish your brother again?”

V: “No, I just used him as a step stool”

V, after running into the back of my foot: “Ow! You hurt my bike wheel!”

V: “I was getting sweaty.”

S: “You were getting sweaty?”

M: “From what?”

V: “From the moon.”

“I call him little tiny cute monster ’cause he steals remotes.”

V: “This bike has safety measures!”

M: “What safety measures are on your bike?”

V: pointing to the brake line “The safety measures are inside this cord.”

(Discussing chocolate coins from the scavenger hunt at her brother’s birthday party.)

“Our treasure was coins. I ate all my coins. I was greedy for my coin treasures.”

(After tripping and putting her hand in some very green bird poop)

V: “I landed in some bird broccoli.”

I renamed the Roomba recently because V has been on a Moana kick and it seemed appropriate. It has made the notifications entertaining.

V: “I’m a wayfinder!”

M: “Is your bike kind of like your boat?”

V: “No. Boats don’t have wheels. Bikes have wheels. So bikes are not like boats.”

M: “So when are you going to be hungry?”

V: “I’m gonna be hungry in, like, 7 minutes.”