Mallory: Mom! There's a spider! There's a spider!
Me: Well, get a shoe & smash it.
Mallory: But we're supposed to love our enemies. (then tries to scoop it up with a piece of paper... bringing it over to me).
Me: Love your enemies doesn't count with spiders. (SMASH).
Lila (helping me in the kitchen): I wish I was a mommy.
Me (feeling all proud): Well, someday you probably will be. Why do you want to be a mommy?
Lila: Because then I won't have to stand on a stool.