On the title of the story she has decided to read to Gabe at the breakfast table: “This book is called, Everybody Fixes Wires.”

On my surprise, which she says is good for Gabe, Abigail and Momma and great for me: “You get to be stored in your own place.”

On her confusion regarding voice navigation: “Why does your phone even know human words?”

On the wicked witch in the story she’s making up: “And her name was … Banana Cream!”

On the evil creatures that the wicked witch Banana Cream created: “Standing up coyotes.”

On the drawing she hung over our bed: “I’m going to write my name at the top so you don’t forget you have a daughter named Abigail.”

On the inspection of her pasta: “Let’s see. Is it right side up facing the head? No.”

On my role in the fairy game: “You’re the grownup who stampedes through us, like, several times.”

On helpful etiquette tips for her brother: “Do you want me to cancel everything you can’t say?”

On what the plastic duck said when asked whether it was feeling well: “No, I’m having my eggs.”