Isaac, suspiciously: "Why were the marshmallows open in the first place?"
Amelie: [No answer. I think she tried to plead the fifth.]
In Amelie's language, "Elizabeth" has moved from "Dideth" to "Wizabeth" to "Wizabethy" - and now, to "Hon." For example:
Amelie, to Elizabeth, while pretending to be doggies: "Are you okay, hon?"
Elizabeth: "Call me Master."
This might be my favorite line of the year.
Me, sternly: "Amelie VanLoon, are you being naughty?"
Amelie, sweetly: "No... Not very much."
Elizabeth, talking in her sleep as Isaac pulled up her covers: "Mine is made of mithril!" I think she's been reading too much Lord of the Rings.
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