According to Sami Sue..

Roughly once every couple weeks Greg and I will decide that we are both exhausted and flip a coin as to who is going to go get something for dinner. Okay, that's a lie, Greg normally goes...Anyway, tonight was one of those nights. Sami frequently has to go with him. I'm not sure why, maybe she thinks he'll run away to Mexico if she doesn't ensure his return. If I could run away to Mexico, I would too. Just saying. Car rides are a great time, simply because Sami comes up with some of her best quotes in the car. Tonight, they went to KFC (what, like you never eat fast food? give me a break.). They were sitting at the window, and our KFC is notorious for the long wait for food (we're quite sure they have to kill the chicken out back before they can grill it for us.). Sami says to her daddy, "They sure are taking a long time to get us our food!" Classic Sami.

A few minutes later...
On the ride home (after they had secured my chicken in the front seat), Greg saw some deer in a field, and pointed them out to her. "Where do the deer live?"
"Um, they live all over."
"But WHERE Dad."
"Um, in the woods?!"
"Oh, down there, in the trees!" There are some trees near the river. This is of course, the woods.

A little later, back at home...
Our half the duplex is, admittedly, awkwardly set up. The girls' bedroom is in the very far back, you have to pass our bedroom and the bathroom to get to it. They are adjacent from each other and you have to pass through a hallway. Tonight while Sami was brushing her teeth, Greg put Becca down in her crib in our room. (Don't judge me. At 1:30am then again at 3:30 am, I have to wake up to feed the chubby baby. Yes. Really.) Becca fussed a bit, and hollered a bit. Sami says, "Gosh she's loud. Dad, maybe Becca wants a Binky or something."

Yep. These are indeed quotes from my 2 year old. She also told her baby doll yesterday, "You are not listening to me. You sit in time out." Then explained to me that her baby was mad at her, and that it was not good behavior, and therefore the poor baby still had to sit in time out. She also will yell at Becca if she cries, "Becca! Stop crying! You're making me cry!" Then will proceed to squeak out a couple tears and get herself to choke up. If that doesn't work, she just sings "Itsy Bitsy Spider" about 5 (it seems more like 500) times and Becca will reluctantly stop crying.

She's a smart cookie, I tell you. And, I love her sayings. They make me laugh.