Me: Eisley, do you want to help me take this to the garage?
Eisley: No, I can't. Because I'm not alive anymore.
Eisley (after I told her I need to do my hair and makeup): It's okay, mommy. You can be a sweatball today. You don't have to do your hair because it takes too long.
Eisley (showing me a picture she drew): See? It's you!
Me: Why do I have freckles?
Eisley: Because that's how you are. That's how Jesus made you.
Eisley (walking by with a book opened on her head): Hey, mommy! I look like a Canadian!
Eisley (thinking really hard): I wonder if Cora will speak English or Spanish…
Eisley: Look at my eyes!
Me: Yep, those look like sleepy eyes to me.
Eisley: No, they're CAKE eyes! Because I want more cake!
Eisley: I love you, mom. You're the best mom in the city.
Me (reading a question from our nightly devotional): What do you think about when you're cozy in bed at night?
Eisley: I think about a dinosaur coming in through my window and eating my hat.
Eisley (being handed a cheeseburger): Thank you, Jesus!
— Further reading: More conversations with Eisley here