"Mommy, do you know how to make a French braid?"

"Not yet."

"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."

"It looks like I'm in heaven, but I'm just in the Wii Sports Game."

"These pants are a little not-too-big for me."