Crying in the car:
“I’m really very very really really really very very very really really very (etc.) stuck in here, mom!”
In the car with me:
Ellen: Mom! Take a picture of the red light.
Me: I can’t use my phone right now. It’s against the rules.
Ellen: Mima uses her phone in the car all the time.
Mike was carrying a sleeping Ellen into the house one night when she started talking in her sleep:
“I don’t care. I love it.”
Ellen kissing me: I have to go.
Me: Where are you going?
Ellen: England. To camp.
Ellen: I’m a dragon!
Me: What does a dragon say?
Ellen is also super obsessed with a mole I have on my right arm. The other day she was pretending it was a knob on the radio, and when she pushed it, the song would change. Then things got weirder when she made up a song about it: “I’m snuggling your mole! I’m snuggling your mole!”
Ellen: Mima. Look at my nails.
My Mom: Wow, Ellen. They look so pretty.
Ellen: Ugh. No. They’re ruined.
Ellen knocking on the door while my mom was using the bathroom:
“Mima? Are you on Facebook?”