Sister: For bedtime tonight, I told Baby the story of the first Thanksgiving.
Sister: And then she wanted to hear the story of the second Thanksgiving. So if she starts mentioning some weird stuff tomorrow about Thanksgiving, you'll know why. I was making stuff up.
(Apparently the second Thanksgiving included building a house out of bricks so that the big bad wolf would not blow it down.)
<Sister hands Baby a pair of chopsticks>
Baby: Here, Mommy, have one. I don't need two.
Baby: Erin, you always say funny words.
Baby: Troth, Troth.
Baby: That's what you sound like with your funny words.
Me: Really? Ok, troth, troth.
Baby: Gwiyomi isn't saying anything that makes sense.
Me: Gwiyomi is just talking Baby talk. That's what you said when you were a baby too.
Baby: You remember me when I was a baby. Does Gwiyomi remember me when I was a baby?
Me: Well, umm...she wasn't actually around then.