Bart: If you keep behaving like that, Ella, there will be consequences.
Ani: There are no consequences for ME.
Ella: [snarling] That doesn’t make you a hero!
Ani: Daddy, can I have some fruit snacks?
Bart: No, fruit snacks aren’t for breakfast.
Ani: Okay, I will just put them in my mouth until the bag is empty.
Ella is demanding help from Bart in a very unpleasant fashion
Bart: Can you try that again in a pleasant voice?
Ella: I am just DONE with all this nonsense.
Bart: So am I. So let’s just do it once nicely and be done.
Ella: I just wish you guys were my servants.
I hear a commotion coming from the girls’ shared room and open the door to find Ani in Ella’s bed, hitting her and shouting
Ani: Do you want me call your mommy?”
I’m eating chips and salsa at the counter and give one to Ani. A few minutes later, when I’m sitting at the table, she comes over with a chip in her hand
Ani: I need some spiciness on this chip.
Ella: Isn’t it amazing that I’m born in the same month as the earth became real?
Janssen: . . . .
Ella: You know, how the earth became real on the Fourth of July?
Coming into the bathroom where I’m getting ready
Ani: I climbed up on the counter and cut a piece of peach.
Janssen: With the sharp knife? Yikes – that makes me nervous.
Ani: That makes me happy.
Ella: I really need you to catch me at the bottom of the slide.
Janssen: I’m holding Star, so I can’t really catch you. Plus, this slide isn’t even very big. You’ll be fine.
Ella: But I need you to!
Janssen: What’s the worst thing that could happen?
Ella: I could DIE!
Ani was pretty whiny about not getting a bag of M&Ms at the Target check-out but got a sticker and seemed to get over it. As we were walking out:
Janssen: You were really good about leaving the toy section when I told you it was time to go. You didn’t throw a fit.
Ani: Well NOW I’m throwing a fit.
Ani: I really like your shirt, Mommy.
Ani: Now you are supposed to say, “I like your shirt.”
After reading Journey
Ella: I wish I had a marker like that.
Ella: Actually, no I don’t. I’d probably get myself into a pickle.
Ani brings me a chocolate:
Ani: Mommy, will you open this for fun?