Grace: Mommy, when we see Bibi and Babu again, can they take us to South America? But it’s far away. We could go on a blimp. But only if there are no dogs. And catfish.
Grace: Mommy, all of the princesses are vanilla. Except for Jasmine and Tiana. They are chocolate.
Mommy: Josiah, don’t bite your fingernails.
Josiah: But I am chocolate.
Grace: When you die, you go to heaven. Except if you want to go up to the sky, you can also use pixie dust.
Grace: When Josiah turns three, he will be OUT of football and INto dolls.
Grace to Josiah: Let’s pretend that I am your big sister and you are my little brother.
Grace to Mommy: When we get a new little brother, let’s name him Spartacus.
Grace to Daddy after our beach trip: When you get sunburned, you will look like us [Grace and Josiah]!
Josiah to our very pregnant friend: Your tummy looks like mine!
Grace to Mommy: Look! Shirley Temple has tattoos just like Annie!!! [that would be…tap shoes]
Mommy: Josiah, why are you so cute?
Josiah: Because I am a pokey thing.
Mommy: What? You are cute because you are a pokey thing? What does that mean?
Grace: I know! It means he is a cactus. Right, Josiah?
Josiah: Yeah!
