Me: “Well, the Packers won’t be going to the Superbowl this year.”
Ollie: “Are they at home, crying in their beds?”

Evie: “I had my best dream ever last night. I was coming out of ballet class, and there was money! I was stuffing my pockets full.”

Ollie, singing: “Deck the halls with boughs of I.”

Ollie and Sara were sitting on the train platform, waiting for the train. An employee was coming down the platform and emptying each trash can by tying up the bag, checking for trains, and then throwing it out across all the tracks, maybe 40 feet or so.

As the man worked his way towards were they were sitting, Oliver leaned over and said, “I think they’re going to throw us next.”