More Vivian:
While eating our picnic lunch she said, "This is tasty indeed!"

While crying sleepily about anything she could think of at bedtime she said, "I'll be sad when I die because there won't be any jewels." I said "There will be jewels in heaven that are the most sparkley, pretty jewels ever." She protested "But we won't know where they are." I explained "They will be all over--in the streets and in the walls." She cried "But cars will run over them!"