Laylee [to my hairdresser whom she chatted up for a full hour]:Â I have a sister and she’s big and big and bigger as you.
Laylee:Â Yeah, and she has PINK HAIR!
Hairdresser:Â Wow.Â I’d like to see her sometime.
Laylee:Â Yeah, except you can never see her because she’s like angels.Â You can’t see angels.Â They just play around in your bed at night but you can never never see them.
Laylee [reading the side of the sippy cup]:Â This side says “this is a big cup of water”.Â This side says “Flooze is it lounces.”
Laylee:Â These cookies don’t taste GOOD on the table with the sun shining on them.Â Can you please go outside and try to move the sun around?
Yes.Â I wonder how long until she stops believing I’m all-powerful and realizes that we need angels for far more serious things than playing around in our beds.