An M and E Mail
When my niece E was quite little, one of her favorite books at my mother's house was something that my stepfather had either from his days as a teacher or from his own kids' childhoods, a book on Louis Pasteur. It referred to germs as "the invisible enemies" — but E kept calling them "the invisible anemones" (without realizing, of course, either her mistake or the fact that there were actually such things as anemones).
E and her younger sister M are older now, eight and six respectively, yet still delighted by books and still coming out with terribly funny things.
"Let's pretend we are in the olden days," my sister J overheard E saying to M recently. "Pretend it is 1980!" ("And no," J added, "she did not mean 1880; I asked.")
"E was telling me a story about a friend," J shared in the same message. "I thought it sounded like the girl was being bossy, to which [E] said 'No, Mom. She's not bossy. She's just the boss of the meeting, like Fred in Scooby-Doo."
Here's one more exchange from a year ago, when I started logging this stuff to share on the blog with J's permission. J has just told the kids that she'll be leaving them with the neighbors after they fall asleep so that she can pick up Mom-Mom (our mother) at the airport.
E: "Yeah!!! They are going to pretend to be our parents!"
M: "What happens if I get a charlie horse? Will [K] hug me like she is my mom?"
J: "Girls, I will be gone for a maximum of 15 minutes. You will be asleep the whole time, you won't even know I am gone, and I am always your mother."