Me: "Who told you that?"
Ava: "No one! I just found it in my head!"


Ava: "Mom? I'll miss you when I'm dead..."


Ava: "I wish I had fourteen children, then I could have a mansion and fourteen beds!"


Ava: "Mom? When am I gonna be old enough to go on a stage? I want to sign up for one right now! And I'll be fine with a crowd."


Ava: "I'm guessing that God is writing our prayers on little Post It notes and hanging them up with our names on them?" (after bedtime prayers one night!)