Maren: Screams wildly.
Brynna: Maren! Knock it up!
Me: Do you mean "Knock it off?"
Brynna: Mommy, what if there were twins, not like real twins, but the twins who are real twins but don't look alike, virginal twins...
Brynna: How do you spell Isaiah?
Brynna: No, there's an H
Me: Yes, at the end. I-S-A-I-A-H.
Brynna: No, after the S.
Me: No, that would be Ish-aiah.
Brynna: That's how my Isaiah spells it.
Me: Get me a Bible and I'll show you.
Brynna: Now, look, if Brynna can have a Y, Isaiah can have an H.
Me: Fine. Whatever, write your letter.
Me: (To the other adults in the car) Why in the world would he stand there with the car running right beside him and smoke?
Brynna: Because he's addicted to cigarettes.
Me: Well, yes. But I meant...
Brynna: Just like you are addicted to Coke.*
Brynna: I think I'll put that on my Christmas list to MawMaw.
Me: Why not to Santa?
Brynna: Because, you know, MawMaw will buy me things no matter what, but Santa is only going to give me things if I am good. And it seems like I've been spending a lot of time in my room lately.**
*This resulted in how when we talk about that, we should say that Mommy is addicted to caffeine, as Coke can also mean something very bad that could result in mommy going to prison.
**This resulted in a talk about how she could still turn the tide and be good the rest of the year and impress Santa. I think it was largely lost on her, though. She has decided to write a letter to Santa, explaining that being good is harder for six-years-olds and big sisters, and she is both. I can't wait.