Me: "Is your baby going to start using the potty like a big girl?"
Eisley: "She needs to wear diapers all the time. It's the world she knows!"
Me: "I wish I could get inside your brain!"
Eisley: "It's closed right now."
Me: "Eisley, please don't lay down on the bathroom floor."
Eisley: "BUT I LOVE IT!"
Me: "Well, okay then."
Me: "Would you like to be an astronaut someday?"
Eisley: "But…I don't have the right outfit."
Me: "Hey, good job! You drew a rectangle!"
Eisley: "It almost looks like a tiger or a mouth or a banana."
For the past couple months, she has also started randomly shortening a bunch of words for no apparent reason, which never fails to entertain me. Blanket = blanks. Rapunzel = Rapunz. You're welcome = you're welks. Potty = pots. Auntie Kristin = Auntie Krissy.
I'm not going to lie: Age three is kind of a riot.