Upon arriving at the Minneapolis airport on our way to Iowa, we walked past the Caribou Coffee, the Christmas decorations and little shops and Froggy said in total deadpan: "Why is Minneapolis so cozy?" It had been a long day (12 hours altogether) and that sent me into hysterics.
We went ice skating last night at the outdoor rink in downtown Des Moines. And Froggy made this observation:
"Kids don't even have to say anything in order to race, we just have to look at each other. Watch." She then skated up to a little boy, gave him a glare and they were off. They continued to race for the next two hours. It was a serious affair the entire time.