To decide who gets to go first, Carson likes to do the pick-a-number-between-one-and-ten thing. Except Annelise always picks two, which makes it easy for me. I just rig it so the person less likely to throw a fit loses.

“Do you know why I picked those flowers for you? Because they were white and pretty. And I thought they would remind you of Jesus.”

Carson and Annelise arguing over whether a truck they saw was a garbage truck or a recycling truck:

Carson: Annelise, it was a garbage truck.

 

Annelise: No, it wasn’t!

 

Carson: You have to trust me that it was a garbage truck. Do you trust me?

 

Annelise: No.

 

Carson: We’ll talk about this later.

This is what happens when I’ve had a busy day and Annelise is sick so I have to rock her and lay down with her to help her fall asleep.