My daughter never ceases to amaze me. She says remarkably . . . old things.

As she and Daddy were starting out for their walk the other day -- a time that Daddy often uses to tell her stories or talk to her about what he is reading -- she said to him, "Daddy, tell me more about Lewis and Chesterton."

Brown noser.

Later that night, Matt gave BC a copy of the Great Illustrated Classics version of Ivanhoe. She eagerly leafed through it and looked at all the pictures while I was making dinner last night. On their walk later that evening, she said to Daddy, "Daddy, Ivanhoe has lots of battles in it, doesn't it?" He sounded surprised when he affirmed that it did. "Oh, okay," she said. "I read the whole thing tonight before dinner. I thought so."

This morning Matt very generously watched the kids while I got a little more sleep. Apparently my daughter, who is an 80-year-old in size 3T clothing, ate several prunes with her father and enjoyed them heartily. She told me all about it while she was in the bath. I told her it was time to get out and the old lady responded, "Oh, Mommy. I'd like to stay in and soak a little longer."