Evie: “Oliver, you might think that grandma will be here by supper, but don’t count your chickens.”

I don’t know if I say “don’t count your chickens” a lot, but it has become one of Evie’s favorite phrases. Somehow she uses it against you, for example:

Evie: “…and then she’ll walk in, and I’ll run over and give her my present, and she’ll be so excited, and…”
Me: “Evie, don’t get your hopes up, it might not happen exactly how you imagine it.”
Evie: “Don’t count your chickens! I think it *will*!”

Me: “I had a dream that we crashed on a desert island and you became the smoke monster. We all had to go to your house to play board games, but we were all very nervous that you were going to kill us.”
Sara: “Oh, I see where this is coming from.”

Until that moment, I didn’t realize that my subconscious was trying to tell me that Sara is the smoke monster of board games.

::[Anonymous Visitor] is counting for hide and seek. Gas is passed::
Oliver: “Toots in the dark!”

I think it is time to start calling [Anonymous Visitor] by their Indian name, Toots in the Dark.