::a wave swept Ollie off his feet and I pulled him out, spluttering::
Ollie: “Ollie floated away!”

::eating ice cream::
Me: “Ollie, how you doing?”
Ollie: “Chocolate.”

Evie: “Oh, I thought you’d be wearing black.”

Sara, Queen of the Goths

::Getting ready to tell a bedtime story::
Evie: “This eye has really been hurting, so don’t make me cry.”

I appreciate the acknowledgement of my superior story telling skills, but I wasn’t planning on a tear-jerker.