Me to Ezri: "My goodness you are growing up so strong and tall!"
Ezri: "It's because of all of my yummy dinners."

(at a different time)

"Ezri, you are getting so big!"
"Yeah, but not as big as you, Mom."

Ezri: "Kim, take your bathroom out of yourself."
Me: "I don't even know what that is supposed to mean . . . "
Ezri: "Just use your imagination and pretend, Kim."

Ezri to Riley: "Hey, big-sister-cousin, can I have another smarshmallow?"

Ezri singing to herself: "Row, row, row, your . . . . Daddy, gently down the . . . street! Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dreeeeeeeeam."

When I lie down on her bed at bed time to "rest by her" she will ask me questions about the sounds at Grandma and Grandpa's house. "Kim, what's that sound?"
"A car driving by."
"No, Kim, not that sound, the sound that is like, 'mmmmmmmm.'"
"Oh, that's Morgan's shower."
"Oh. I think it's Grandpa's shower. Morgan left with her big-sister-friend. mmmmmmmm."
Me: "I think you're right."

Grandpa yelling up the stairs at 10pm: "IS MORGAN HOME YET?"
Ezri, quietly sneaks out of bed, knocks on Grandma and Grandpa's door and whispers: "No yelling, Grandpa."