It's a gift

Me: How'd you get so cute?

Emma: It's a gift.

Me: Who gave you that gift?

Emma: The angels.  Everybody is given a gift and their destiny when they are born.

Me: What's your destiny?

Emma: To change the world.

She does know they are imaginary...but they have to sleep somewhere.

At night, e's imaginary friends go in through her eyes and climb up her veins to the door of her nervous system. If they have wings, thy don't have to climb. They can just fly right up to the door.

What's up, Doc?

I try to get E to eat raw vegetables, but she's having none of it.  Every Wednesday is pizza day, served with baby carrots.
Me: Did you at least take a nibble of the baby carrots?
E: I did take a nibble, but I prefer for the carrots that are still children to grow into adults.  Then they should be cut up and cooked.

...because they are tasty on bbq...

You know, mom, I'm quite fond of pickles.

Apparently she's been watching a lot of Food Network

Just before adding copious amounts of soy sauce to her egg drop soup: "You know salt is the vehicle for flavor."