Yesterday, as we were driving back home in the early evening, the kids could see the moon above the treeline.
Evelyn said, "Mommy! The moon is coming to our house."
Andrew, her ever pragmatic brother, said, "Silly, the moon can't walk."
Evelyn: "But it can drive!"
And today, while I was changing her stinky diaper, Evelyn told me (with all seriousness): "Mommy, we don't eat poop."
I sort of thought that went without saying.
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