Genna: “My straw has a hole in it!”
Tim: *gives her a Really? look*
Genna: “One that it’s not meant to have!

If it looks like a duck and sounds like a duck, it could be a really ugly swan.

I figured something out. The future is unpredictable.

This is the last straw.

Bean finds the best apple in our tree and hands it up to me. "You know what this tastes like when you first bite into it?" she asks.
"No, what?"
"Blue sky."
"You're zoomed."
"You ever eat blue sky?"
"No," I admit.
"Try it sometime," she says. "It's apple-flavored.

You can't make bricks without straw