Rachel: I have this song in my room! Daddy, what’s the name of this song?
Me: Day Tripper
Rachel: What’s that mean?
Rachel: What is a Day Tripper?
Me: um…it’s someone who travels during the day.
Rachel: Daddy, have you ever been to Pei-Wei?
Rachel: Oh, do they have good shoes there?
Me: Do you mean Payless?
“Mommy, do you know how to make a French braid?”
“Do they need to be done in French?”
“Daddy, how did Mommy know what I was going to ask her?”
“Because she’s your mother. She knows eve-ry-thing.”
“Nooooo! She doesn’t know everything like Santa Claus!”
Mom: "Emily, don't eat that crayon!"
Rachel: "Nana, it's ok…it's non-toxic."
Rachel, Mom, and Dad were playing a game and Mom made her and Dad pick a number between 1 and 10 to see who would go first. When she played with me, after they left, she said, "Let's do it like Nana does. Daddy, pick a number between 9 and 7." Then she groaned when I guessed that it was 8.
We are watching the Cowboys-Eagles game and there’s a big helmet to helmet hit on a punt. The ref throws his flag and Rachel says, “Ooooh, he threw a banana on the field!”
Rachel, while playing with an iPad: “Our fingers are magic!”
While we were skyping with Mom and Dad tonight, Rachel made this face and said : "Do you know if you go like this, you can see your brains?! "
Rachel has been walking around the house lately singing Taylor Swift’s “Mean” which she said she learned from a friend at school. She actually heard it while she was roller skating last weekend, which I think is why she started singing it so much. But she screws up the words.
“Soooome day, I’ll be livin in a big ole ciiiity, and aaaaall you’re ever gonna is be mean.”