Ashie-isms

Out of no where she comes to me and says, "Mom, God made us washable." 

That's some deep thinking for a three year old but spot on. 

Yelling from the top of the stairs to me in the kitchen, "Mom, where is my sock?"

"I don't know," I replied as I continue to scrub dishes.

Hands on hips, "But you are a MOM and you said you know EVERYTHING."

I've been caught.