pickled eyes

A couple nights ago, Mattea (my 17-year-old sister) & I were tucking Zoe (our 7-year-old sister) in bed for the night. While I picked out her bedtime story from the MILLIONS okay, not quite millions, but really close of books on Zoe's shelf, Mattea drew a picture for her on her easel. The picture started with a pretty fabulous-looking tree, and then she decided to draw Zoe standing under the tree. As a cute little cartoon version of Zoe materialized on the white board, this is what I heard:

Mattea: "...here's your hair...your dress... your big-old-eyes..."
Zoe: "HEY!! I don't have pickled eyes!!!"

Oh, to be 7. It was a perfect moment with my little sisters.