Ava (George as I call her) comes up the stairs and tells me, "Chelsea, the REAL Willy Wonka is on!" and I ask, "the one with the real oompa loompas?" to which she replies, "Yeah the ones that are dark peach with green hair." Hmm, dark peach is the new orange I guess.

One night at dinner Ava pipes up and says, "Oh I just love Mountain Dew." If anyone knows us, our family doesn't drink very much soda at all and especially not Mountain Dew. So after a short pause I look up to see not only the confused looks on everyone's face but also that Ava is eating a piece of honey dew. "That's honey dew, George." I reply and so without a second thought in the same tone as before she says, "I love honey dew."

When asked what George wanted to be when she grew up she replied, "I want to work at a Chinese restaurant, but I don't have my license yet." How those two depend upon one another I have no idea.

When asked after church if George had learned about fasting she replied matter-of-factly, "No. We learned about slowing."