Daddy is a boy like Santa

Ellie: "I am a girl like you and daddy is a boy like Santa."

(While driving home from grandma's house: Stopped at a red light, I go when it turns green.)

Ellie: "Wait mom, stop. Red light doesn't mean go."

Ellie: "Hop like you have ONE leg."

Ellie: "Sometimes hippos like to swim in the water like people and I like hippos."

Update

 Ellie passed out on the couch.

The new babysitter.

Ellie holding two of my baby cousins at Thanksgiving. 

 My little artist.

(It's a sideways girl, with buck teeth and ears under her arms . . . just in case you couldn't tell.)

Ellie and Santa.

The whole time we were in line, she kept saying she was going to ask for baby toms. Once we got there she chickened out and Santa suggested a baby doll. After we left she said, I forgot to ask for baby toms!