We were out at my parent's house, and Mom and Ali were picking flowers. All the while, Noah and I were getting swarmed by mosquitoes.
Gramamma: "Okay, Ali - let's be all done now. Your Mom and Noah are getting eaten up by mosquitoes."
Ali: "But we can pick some more because that would take FOREVER! Mommy and Noah are big and mosquito's mouths are teeny tiny. They won't be eaten all up for a LONG TIME!!"
Ali, consoling me about turning 30 next month: "Well, you won't die when you're 30. People don't die when they're 30 even because they're old."
Noah laughed. Ali always has an explanation for his doings, so told me, "I think he's pretending that there are clowns in Mississippi."
We got to Gramamma's house one day, and Ali was struck with a memory... "Oh! I had a dream about you, Gramamma! I dreamed that you needed to go tee tee but I had to move all the spoons because they were in the way. And I was eating marshmallows!!"
Ali was in the backseat, and she started making a siren noise. Then she explained, "That tells you there is something that will get you. A tornado or a bear or a monster. Or a bad robot."