Talk

Anya: "Do we still have birthdays in heaven?"
Me: "I don't know for sure, good question."
Anya: "I hope so, or I'm not going."

Austria while we are waiting at a newly turned green light: "Come on lady, you can go!" (Where did she get that from . . . :)

Me: "I love you Austria."
Austria: "I love you too, but not as much as I love Anya."

After I read a few lines in a bedtime book, Anya said: "Mom, that isn't right, you read it wrong. It says this (and she reads it as is)." I guess the days of "summarizing" (skipping content in an effort to get little people to bed) are gone.