Sisters:

Isabella: Cora, think of something to ask Google.

Cora: Shamrock paper.

Isabella: No, it has to be a question.

Cora: Shamrock paper!

Isabella: A question! But not something like when are mom or dad going to die. Google’s not a doctor….

Cora:

Dad, can I call you mom for short?

Isabella:

Let’s sit at the table and talk about Smores. Maybe that will get mom and dad interested.

Isabella:

Mom, I love little cakes. They taste like heaven. Unless they use poop as an artificial ingredient. Who wants poop with sprinkles?

I love those 2 silly girls!!