Eisley (right after waking up in the morning): I dreamed I was kissing someone.
Me: Oh, dear. Kissing someone? Was he a prince?
Eisley (concerned): No. I think it was a pastor. And I had to marry him. And I was like, "What?! I don't want to marry an old man! I don't want to kiss a grandpa!"
Eisley (to Jay, after he kisses her goodbye): Your whiskers are prickly. You need to grow those back in.
Eisley (sneaking bites of lunch before it's done): I just can't resist the tuna!
Me: What's your bunny's name?
Eisley: (pause) Officially? Jojo.
Eisley (walking by with words of encouragement as I get ready for the day): I don't think you look like poo. I think you look beautiful!
Eisley: (writes name with brown marker)
Me: That looks great!
Eisley: It's brown. Like my skin!
Me: Your skin is brown?
Eisley: Is there food in heaven? 'Cause I wanna eat food in heaven.
— Further reading: More conversations with Eisley here