Bad Dreams

This morning, Evie told me she had a bad dream. I asked her what the bad dream was about. She softly started talking about how she was sitting in her snack chair eating a chocolate chip cookie. I interupted and said ‘You had a bad dream about a chocolate chip cookie?” She replied:

“No. I had a bad dream Dad ATE my chocolate chip cookie!”

A Family!

A few days ago, I pulled out a stack of stainless steel bowls, all nestled together. Evie saw them and pronounced them a family. But what you can’t convey in a post is the body language, the tone of her voice, the look on her face. The sheer joy of seeing a family of bowls.

iPads Are Better

Upon opening my new (cheap) tablet, Evie says:

“Hey, it’s just like the one my Grandma has.”

I say “Oh, yeah, your Grandma has one of these?” Her reply, with an Oh poor Nana, look on her face, is:

“Actually, hers is an iPad….it’s a better one!”