Karika: "I have to leave."
Lyndsey: "I’m hungry!"
Aleta: "It’s 5:00!"
Lyndsey: “Looks suspiciously under couch cushion*
Me: What are you doing?
Lyndsey: A fly flew under my cushion! Oh…I think it’s dead now.
Brother Johnson (at our ward linger longer) : "We only had a budget to do either salad or cake. Obviously I chose the cake..."
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