Several times a week, Maia will say something that will have Robert and I just cracking up or staring at each other in disbelief.
So here is the first of what I am sure is to be many installments of her "quotable quotes"
Setting: Some friends were over and the dad was outside with their three children and my two children while the mom and I were inside, giving her a haircut (me giving, her receiving). Their seven week old baby was crying and this is the conversat

ion that followed...
Maia: Why is she crying?
Kevin: Because she is hungry.
Maia: My mom has milk in her twittles, maybe she could feed her.
Kevin: Well Mrs. Elizabeth has milk in her twittles too so she can probably feed her.
People, you don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out what "twittles" are. So evidently Maia is signing me up to be a wet nurse.