(While looking in the mirror after an afternoon in the sun ...)
Amalia: Look! I have rosy cheeks just like the second President of the United States!
(Baylor wants a Nerf gun that has a foam saw on the front of it for fighting off zombies ... *sigh*)
Baylor: Mom, I won't be able to cut bread with this one, though.
Baylor: Nope. But I will use it to cut cheese!
Me: Baylor, do you want some breakfast now, or do you want to wait for your sister to wake up?
Baylor: I want to wait for when SHE wants to have breakfast.
Me: (smiling) Okay.
Baylor: Mom, I really like Mollie.
(Given how I felt way back when, this was music to my ears. He loves her, that I knew, but I am overjoyed he actually likes her.)
(While watching MSU play football ...)
Amalia: Why do they have those binkie-like things?
Amalia: (Boy from her class) tells me a lot of things at recess. He told me that his dad got a robot arm.
Me: Ooh, very cool!
Amalia: I didn't think it was very cool. I mean, it's not going to work without the rest of the robot!
Amalia: How is it going to move without being hooked up to the rest of the robot? I know stuff about robots because my brother has one.