(These are in no particular order.)
Evelyn: (writing a letter to a cousin) How do you spell "romance?"
Amelia: (handing me an armload of dresses) Laura Ingalls only had three dresses: her Sunday best, her work dress, and her second-best. I won't need the rest of these anymore.
Amelia: (upon hearing that the cousins were coming for a sleepover) I'll wear my work dress.
Evelyn: (watching me make her lunch) I won't eat that. I won't eat any of that.
Amelia: (while desciphering her homework) Mommy, I'll ask my teacher. Teachers are smart. Teachers know everything. (Upon being reminded that her mother is a teacher) You're not a REAL teacher. You're a MUSIC teacher.
Evelyn: (referencing the "Elf on the Shelf"--thank you, Aunt Becky!--that we've been hiding each morning) I know he's not real. I saw his tag. And I touched him.
Evelyn: (upon being reminded that the "Elf on the Shelf" loses his magic if touched.) But he's not real. I saw his tag and I touched him.
(Here I add that, in spite of the fact that he is not real, has a tag, and has been touched, finding "Chris" the elf has become a daily morning highlight.)
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