CATastrophe!

Last night we were discussing an incident with the cats that I called a poop catastophe. Dad said “You mean a pooptastrophe.” Evie’s eyes lit up and all smiles she says:

‘No. It’s a CATastrophe!”

Then slaps Dad on the wrist and says:

“Get it!”

and starts crackin up.

You’re The Best!

After putting some Chapstick on her lips, she gave me a hug and said:

“Nana, you’re the best.”

I said “Oh, really! How come?” She said:

“Because you take care of me!”

I was gonna ask her if her little finger felt weird with me all wrapped around it like that!