Lyla and Elsa approximately 700 feet off the ground.
Rowan eating calamari, not suspecting at all that it's a mini-octopus.
"Daddy, this looks like an octopus."
"Smile, kids! Hug each other!"
Last night at bedtime, here was the conversation. I was at a concert, so Julie emailed it to me.
Julie: They are so big. It takes a long time.
Lyla: Are trees alive?
Lyla: What does that mean?
Julie: They are like animals, people--
Lyla: And clouds?
Julie: No.
Lyla: But being alive means you can also die. I want to see Daisy die so I know what it's like. Just kidding.
Julie: Oh, that would be sad!
Lyla: Yes, but then we would see God.
Julie: Well, God only comes when we don't see him.
Lyla: When we go to heaven, will we be all alone with no mommies and daddies?
Julie: No no no. First of all, you will probably die when you are 100.
Lyla: Yeah. What is it like?
Julie: No one really knows.
Lyla: George Washington does!
Julie: But we can't talk to him.
Lyla: Does he have a mouth?
Julie: Well, he DID...
Lyla, upset: Well I will be sooooo hungry and sooooooo thirsty in heaven!
Julie: Lyla, you will have a mouth to eat in heaven.
Lyla, smiling: Oh!
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