Me, singing: “Baby it’s cold outside.”
Ollie, singing: “I have to stay in momma’s tummy!”
::Me, laughing::
Ollie: “Because a baby has to stay warm in its momma’s tummy.”

Oliver: “Ooh, look at that eagle!” – as a pigeon soared majestically overhead

Grandma Kathy – “Okay, how far do you want me to count?”
Oliver: “Until 8:30.”

It was about 5:30.

Evie: “If you didn’t want to wake up early, you shouldn’t have invited me over to your house!”