We had a babysitter on Saturday night. Violet was trying very hard to impress her. Out of the blue she said, “By the way, do you like soup?”

I’m gonna remember that one to insert into uncomfortable conversation gaps.

This morning Hazel had a breakdown over putting her toy somewhere and not remembering where that somewhere was.

I was trying to calm her down and she told me that when she was a baby a person came to her and whispered that she “could never be good, ever, ever, ever, ever again.”

I guess she just felt the need for a villainess origin story.

So basically, she’s like, ‘ I really WOULD do what you say. But the thing IS, there’s this curse, see? So there’s like, no way you can possibly expect anything out of me. Ya feel me?’