Ahh, Eszter...

Today I was reading Thumbelina to Eszter, and we got to the part where she marries the king of the sprites of the flowers. She said,
"Why did she want to marry him?"
"They fell in love."
"But why did she marry him?"
"Well, a lot of times, people fall in love when they are young grown ups, like in their twenties or so. They decide to get married."
"I'm not going to do that."
"Oh, you're not going to get married?"
"No, I'm going to get married. Just not in my twenties."
"When do you think you'll get married?"
"Not in my twenties. When I''m sixty-one or two."
"Be sure to tell your Daddie that."
"No, that's just for me to tell you."

And, last night I took Eszter and the babies to Islands, since Brian was out of town and I thought I might lose my mind if I stayed home one second longer. On our way out, the wind had picked up and it was really cold. I didn't have hats for the kids, so I was urging Eszter to hurry.
"Eszter, quick quick quick! It's cold out here!"
"Okay Mommie" (she's walking slowly)
"ESZTER! hurry hurry!
"I AM quicking mommie, I'm just quicking really slow!"