Ava must have been having some insane dreams last night: when I walked into her room this morning to see if she was awake, she woke up and said to me:

"Mommy, look at the rainbow on my foot! I caught it, I caught it with my foot!"

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Me: "Ava, let's go downstairs and have breakfast and get ready for school. Your teachers said that today you are going to get a folder to decorate!"

Ava: "What? No! We can't do that!"

Me: "Um, why not?"

Ava: "We can't decorate that, it's a big rock!"

Me: "What on earth are you talking about?!"

Ava: "We can't decorate a boulder!"

Me: "Folder, Ava. FOLDER. Not boulder..."

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Ava: (Sees a fire truck idling in an otherwise empty parking lot) "What is that fire truck doing?"

Me: "I don't know. Nothing. Just chilling out, I guess."

Ava: "Are they waiting for some people to catch on fire?"

Me: "Maybe...?"

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"Mommy, you were right! Chick-fil-A does help me poop!"


(I never, ever said Chick-fil-A food would help her poop. I have absolutely no idea where on earth she got that from. But she was pretty happy about the apparent laxative effect of her lunch. Okay then.)

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"So Mommy, how are your eyebrows doing today?"