I was reading Sahara the Three Billy Goats Gruff tonight and we'd got to the part where the littlest billy goat gruff was telling the troll to wait for his brother and she said
"That's really mean! Does he want his brother to get eaten?"
"You know what's meaner? That the biggest billy goat gruff let his little brothers go first even though he probably knew he could take the troll. Why would he assume the troll would just let the littler ones go because there's apparently a bigger goat coming instead of just eating them all? He could have just gone first instead of risking his little brothers."
"...that's stupid. Then it would be a really short story".

Went in to check Sahara was asleep after I'd put her to bed tonight. Found her sitting cross-legged in deep contemplation with the lamp on, cards spread out in front of her and her toy puppy Tinkerbell sitting opposite her on a pillow.
"What are you doing?"
"Playing cards" without taking her eyes of the unfolding game in front of her.
"With Tinkerbell?"
"Yes."
"...Who's winning?"
"Me."
Of course..

We were arguing. Sahara thought she would try and take the high ground by saying
"Oh you are lucky because if you had said one more word I would've had to slam your door."
"Well actually you are very lucky because if you had slammed that door I wouldn't be calling Imane and Jody about the weekend."
"...Oh!" she exclaimed on the verge of slamming the door. "OK then.."

We were sitting at the table when Sahara came down stairs with her pink cape clutched tightly around her.
Grandma asks suspiciously"Are you wearing clothes under that."
Sahara replies with a wicked grin, "You have to guess."

(She was. It was her belly dancing costume. She proceeded to belly dance for us for the next ten minutes.)

Sahara just came downstairs with her eyes closed and sat on the edge of my bed
"I really, really need something to eat"
"What?"
"I need something to eat, I'm really hungry"
"But you had a big dinner, and food afterward and it's like the middle of the night"
There was a pause while she considered this. She lay down for half a minute then sat back up.
" I need to go in the car" (I don't have a car for anyone not aware of this, and haven't for quite a long time)
"Um.... Where?? Why? .....What car?"
"I just need to go in the car"
"....How about you just go to the bathroom and go back to bed?"
She thought about this then nodded her head quickly.
"OK."

Needed outfit to wear to job interview so took Sahara clothes shopping with me. Tried on a dress and skirt in one shop and she decided she definitely liked the dress best. I decided on the skirt.
"But the dress is sooo much prettier"
"I'm going to get the skirt"
"Oh but I know this other woman who is going too and she's going to wear that skirt there. Do you want to wear the same clothes? Do you like that?
"What woman?"
"Just this woman I know that you don't know."
"Uh huh. I'm going to get the skirt."
"OK. Maybe they don't want someone who's pretty for the job anyway".

Sahara was filling in her friends "Friend Book" this evening with Oliver and I was listening in to her answers.

Oliver: OK, what's your ambition for when you're older?
Sahara: Ambition?
Oliver: What you want to be.
Sahara: Oh. A musketeer! ...or a mermaid! Or Xena! Or a princess
Oliver writes down musketeer and ignores the rest.
Oliver: OK, what is your biggest wish?
Sahara: Ummmm.. for Amber(the books owner) to be my bestest, bestest friend for ever ever always. And to live forever.
Oliver: ....OK..... and who is your idol?
A coughed quietly in the background at this point
Sahara: K3!
A coughed a bit louder and she turned round and noticed me.
Sahara: Oh.. and Nikki
Me: Sahara!
Sahara: And Xena?
Oliver: Moving on, what is your wish for Amber?
Sahara: For her to get everything she wants with magic powers.

The next night...

said with complete wonder and awe - "I'm standing on the.... floor!"
"Yes you are darling"
"I'm still doing it!"
"You're very clever"
"Yes. Bears."

I was getting Sahara up to use the bathroom late last night and she was pretty zombieish walking down the stairs with me.
"Why are you going down the stairs with me?" she asked sleepily.
"No, why are you going down the stairs with me?" I replied.
She looked unbelievably panicked by this response. Then suddenly said "My elbow?!"
She frantically pulled up the sleeve of her pajamas and bent her elbow to look at it.
"...is still there. OK".

And that was the end of that conversation.