Me: “Who made the couscous?”
Oliver: “Grandma Kathy?”
Me: “Nope.”
Oliver: “Mama?”
Me: “Nope, guess again.”
Oliver: “Grandpa Ron?”
Me: “No.”
Oliver: “LUNA?”

Apparently, it was more likely that the dog made the couscous then Aunt Rachael.

Sara: “Shane…we lost our snake.”

Don’t worry, we found it. I don’t know if it makes it better or worse that the snake was dead.

Rachael: “Your wife dropped a tree on my head.”
Sara, disparagingly: “Oh, it wasn’t that big.”

::Oliver hitting his stick on the sand::
Oliver: “My new stick goes, ‘fap’. My old stick went, ‘fump’.”