I whacked my hip on the metal stair rail, and after chuckling at me, Eliana said, "Sorry. I shouldn't have laughed."
Olivia was wondering if we were eating pig for dinner, and Eliana told her, "It's called chicken for a very good reason. Because it's made out of chicken. Why do we eat chicken? I don't know. That's a very good question."
Randomly heard from the vicinity of the back seat, in all seriousness, "I think you'll make a very good mom."
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