Dorie: "My hot chocolate tastes quite delicious. It tastes likes caramel chards."
James: "Mine tastes like elephant coffee."
(3-16-12)
Dorie [finishing a bedtime prayer]: "And I . . . appreciate . . . that You are not an idol. Amen."
(3-4-12)
Ethan: "Okay, first I'm going to take a shower -- then I'll clean up the kitchen -- and then we can talk about going shopping."
Dorie: "We don't need to talk about going shopping."
(3-2-12)
In the car, when out of the blue . . .
Dorie: "I prayed for a husband named Majard."
Ethan: "Did you now? [seeing that Queena is searching frantically for paper to write this down] How do you spell that?"
Dorie: "M . . . juh . . . D."
(3-1-12)
