Theia, while laughing and pointing at the mohawked little boy in front of us: "Look Mama, his hair is up like a chicken!"
"What color are his shoes?!!" asks Eliza enthusiastically, as she comes bounding up to the door to size up the pizza delivery guy.
Eliza, while leaning over the pier: "You can't let me fall in, cause then you wouldn't have a me."
There's nothing like having your 17 month old christen your new toothbrush before you even get it through the checkout line.