Overheard in a restaurant: “Well, what kind of shredded beef is it? Is it beef, or is it pork?”

Evie: “I said royal milk please, servants!”

Ask Oliver to tell you a secret. He’ll have you lean in close so he can whisper, “secret” in your ear.

::Evie, doing an “I’ve got a secret” dance::
Evie: “I have a secret, doo doo doo!”
Me: “What is it?”
Evie: “I’m not going to tell you. I’m going to show you!”
::Evie jumps around, pulls up her dress and moons me::