“That dog woofs a lot. Every night and every day when I go out that dog is woofing. He’s nice but he’s a little woofy.”

V: “I peed in my green dress. That’s why I changed.”

M: “You didn’t pee in your green dress; you spilled oatmeal on it.”

V: “No but—oatmeal is kind of like pee.”

S: “Why are you eating your toe?”

V: “Because the food isn’t here yet.”

V: “A cat hissed at me today.”

S: “Why did a cat hiss at you?”

V: “It just wanted some alone time.”

S: “V, you really should go potty so you don’t have an accident.”

V: “In a second, OK?”

We’re raising a two-and-a-half-year-old teenager.

(Holding her Spider-Man doll) “Spider-Man has baby bad guys in his tummy.”

That’s what we get for letting her watch me play Spider-Man while also expecting her baby brother.

V: “Elsa doesn’t wear tights.”

M: “The cold doesn’t bother her anyway.”

V: …

M: “She has ice powers so she doesn’t need tights.”

V: “But how will I have ice powers if I wear tights?”

“No, you don’t need a blanket! You have long sleeves!”

M: “V, don’t squish the noodle with your foot.”

V: “I’m trying to pick it up with my toes.”

Last night, reading the story of Jacob wrestling the stranger in the DK Children’s Everyday Bible:

As night fell, he prayed to God that his life might be spared and no harm would come to his family.

V, after the story: “Why is night falling?”

S: (skimming the story and realizing what she’s asking about) “Oh, that just means night came.”

V: “Why did night come and fall?”