You can pick your friends…
AH: I love you.
Eirinn: I love you, too.
AH: And I love snuggling with you.
Eirinn: I’m picking my nose.
There’s no accounting for taste
Eirinn: Mom, you should learn how to cook better.
Age ain’t nothing but a number
Eirinn: I remember when I was two and I was in the car with Baba and Trace because Trace had to go to the bank and I was telling Baba that I didn’t want to be three because I still wanted to pee in my Pull Ups. I still pee in my Pull Ups.
On the thirteenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
Me: What’s your favourite part about Christmas?
Me: What’s your second favourite part about Christmas?