A few things Phoebe has said lately:

Phoebe: Do you remember how I broke Miriam's arm by this fence?

Me: Yes, but please explain. 
Phoebe: I rode into her with my tricycle and tripped her right over, remember?

Me: You did do that. 
Phoebe: That was miles and miles ago.

Me: It was...a long time ago...comparative to your age...yes.

Andrew: Alright, you guys are sleeping in your new room tonight!

Phoebe (shrieking): WITH ALL THESE WEAPONS?!

Andrew: Those aren't weapons. Those are...tools. And we'll move them out before we put you to bed.

Phoebe: *mutters to herself about how unconscionable it is to put a baby to bed in a room full of weapons*

(We've been calling our little pile of tools our "armory" ever since, but Andrew just put everything away in the ultimate armory—the garage).

Phoebe: I am so excited to go to the pool again for the party that I'm invited to this time.*

Me: Oh, so am I.

Phoebe: I will just throw my sinky toys in and they will sink to the bobbom of the pool and then I will swim to the bobbom and grab them up. But I won't throw them in the deep end because I can't touch the bobbom there. So I will throw them in the shallow end. But when I'm big enough to touch the bobbom of the deep end I will throw my sinky toys in the deep end and get them from the very bobbom. 

Me: That sounds like a good plan.

* We're having our "not-back-to-school" homeschool party tomorrow. It was supposed to be on Monday when the public school kids went back, but it was like 65°F and raining so we postponed. For the record, she's been trying to touch the bottom of the deep end for weeks now. I hate it when she tries because she's not great at getting up for air in the first place and ten feet is a long way to go for a little girl (twenty feet if you count coming back up again, which Alexander does). But, as she said, she's never made it down that far yet.

Phoebe: Aw, man! Why is this Benjamin's blanket and not mine?

Me: Because...that's his baby blanket. He got it when he was a baby.

Phoebe: But it has a monkey on it and I love it. Can I have it?

Me: No. It's Benjamin's.

Phoebe: But he's not a baby anymore. 

Me: It still belongs to him.

Phoebe: What if we ask him if I can have it? And if he says yes, then...good...and if he says no then...*sigh*...I will be okay.

Me: How about...it's Benjamin's?

Phoebe: FINE-uh.