Livi-isms

(Touching my hair) “Mom, I like your ponytail. It’s so cute.”

(Looking down at my deformed pinky toe from breaking it so many times) “Oh no, mom. What happened to your toe? It hurt?”

(While I’m steaming cauliflower) “I smell something. Stop that smell!!”

“Livi, do you want French toast or oatmeal this morning?”

“Just chocolate.”

Tom: “Livi, do you want to play with that toy?”

Liv: “No, it’s dead to me.”

Regarding Tucson: “Everything is so hot here.”

(After waking up from a nap) “Hi! I was dreaming about piñatas!”