Evelynese and other Evelyn phrases

Evelyn is always talking now, and she says some funny things. This is how she prays, with help.
"Heavly Fader, tank you dis day...."
And then you keep telling her phrases to say. But instead of repeating them, she says:
"I wash-a ma tar?" (I wash my car?)
Next phrase: "I nee-a washa my tar." (I need to wash my car.)
Next phrase: "Dad-a wash-a ma tar?" (Dad washed my car?)
She started doing this the night after we got our car washed at an automatic car wash station last week. A worker drives the car through the machine, and you can stand at a window into the washing station and watch the whole process. Evelyn was enthralled. And for some reason, it made it into the prayers.
Last night we had pasta, broccoli and Alfredo sauce for dinner. In the lowest and growliest Evelyn voice possible, "I WANNA PAS-A. I WANNA SAUCE. I WANNA BOCC-EE."And it persisted through dinner, and Jilly picked up on it and repeated gibberish in a growly voice.
Some of you know about Evelyn's pooping problem. (I hope no one is offended I am saying 'poop.' That's what we call it around here! :) She won't go for a week or more. We got her on a prescription laxative, and she's doing a little better. It makes her have to go though, really bad, and she will fight it for HOURS. And she's grouchy, uncooperative, etc. Once she finally goes, she's sooo happy and tells me, "my poop come out!" and keeps repeating it. Then she must go through list of at least 8 people who also poop. Today, Tyler, Nicole, Kaden and Jaren were the honorable mentions, along with Ben, Jilly and I. "Tywer poop? Tol (nicole) poop? Kaden poop? Ja-en poop?" To which I must answer in the affirmative. Last week it was her little friends Maggie, Graysen, their baby brothers, and Evelyn's Grandmas and Grandpas. And of course, Ben, Jilly, and I. We always make the list. We should feel special. I hope Evelyn doesn't disown me at age 15 for telling you all this.

The price of airhead-edness

Ben and I have frequently told each other that we both married an airhead. And it's true. We put stuff down, usually things like wallets, keys, cell phones, and then it takes forever to find them again. And that's not so bad. You usually don't end up paying for things like that. But locking your keys in the car like I did, cost me $30. And tonight, our neighbor upstairs was returning something and informed us we had a boot on our car. Whhhhhhyyyyyy?! Well, our parking tag for our complex hangs on our rear-view mirror and rattles loudly when we drive over 40 mph. So we took it down while we were driving during vacation, and forgot to put it back up when we got back. We tried telling that to the ruthless bootman, but he was less than merciful and charged us $50 anyway. Which is ridiculous in the fact they make their living off of our 'airhead-ed' mistake, but also because of the dozens of parking spots in our complex, only half are full all the time. So this is just my little rant. $80 could have gotten me the new dishes I've been wanting, paying bills, etc. Maybe airhead-edness dissipates over time. One can only hope.
Excluding this, we're onto a great start for the weekend!