Norah: Daddy, why are you throwing away that door?
Scott: It’s broken.
Norah: Maybe we should call Joseph.
Scott: Who?
Norah: Jesus’ daddy. He can fix it. Or maybe Jesus could fix it. Or the shepherds. Or you, Daddy.
Scott: What about Mary?
Norah: She can’t fix it. She’s a mommy.
Scott: Mommies fix things.
Norah: Mommy fixes dinner. And she fixes me juice. That is all she fixes.
Ouch! I thought we were doing a good job at non-gendering. I think proper education needs to happen. And I need to fix some things.
Inexplicable Ways 
What a little pistol. She’s a trip! It was great seeing you and your girls yesterday.