Brita

Brita (as we're eating breakfast just now): Daddy comes home in an hour or so.
Me: No, Daddy's not coming home for a while.
Brita (proving she's right): OR SO!

Okay, maybe you had to be there.

She asked me yesterday if the bottom of the tomato was the tomato's bum.

She's still kind of obsessed with nativities.

Her foot is looking lots better and she doesn't act like it's bothering her at all. Unless she doesn't have a sock on. Then she hobbles around and asks to be carried.