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 Now that she can talk, or maybe now that we can understand her, she says all sorts of funny things. Here are some of the things she's said lately and I've bothered to write down.

To get her to eat her vegetables I tell her what each one does, i.e. carrots are good for your eyes, broccoli for your bones, tonight she randomly said at dinner, "My bones are colorful, like a rainbow."

The other day she told me, "Me eat carrots, me like Tromodon." In case your not well versed in three year old obsessions, like Dinosaur Train, a Tromodon is a dinosaur that hunts at night.

While in church on Easter Sunday the bishop asked the congregation, rheotorically of course, "Did Jesus really live again when the third day came?" Eliot responded, loudly, with a resounding, "Yes!" 

Speaking of Easter, she has, what I am worried is, an unhealthy obsession with the Easter video on lds.org. She wants to watch in constantly. "Me watch movie when Jesus died again?" (If you haven't seen it, go watch it, it's great, but a little too graphic to be watched repeatedly by a three year old.) Then she tells random strangers about it, "You know Jesus die on cross." gory details, etc. Luckily, most people can't understand her, especially those whose native language isn't English--which is almost all strangers.

Ironically Easter happened soon after she learned about the extinction of dinosaurs, in a way we're millions of years too late on the news update. This has led to endless interesting conversations.Long story short, she is very excited for the resurrection, which in her mind will be Jurassic Park

My brother, Derrick, was showing her some pictures of Jesus during sacrament meeting,
Elie: Is he swimming?
Derrick: No, He is walking on top of water.
Elie: Is He like a boat?

I swear every ten seconds I get asked, "Why?" Why do we eat food? Why do we have bones? Why do I have to make my bed? Why can't I feed a piece of chicken to Violet and follow it up with a glass of milk? Why? Why? Why?

And no answer seems to satisfy her. Especially not my go to phrase of, "Because I said so and if you ask me again I'll put you in time out!" Today while reading books, she asked, "Why people have houses?" Sick of answering the same question I'd answered 2 hours before on our walk to gymnastics (in 104 degree weather I might add, help, I'm melting) I reversed roles and asked her, "Why do you think people have houses." Response, "To keep their toys in." Not the same answer I'd given her, but it works.