Me: “Do you know my phone number?”
::Evie, saying my phone number::
Me: “How did you know that?”
Evie: “Nala taught me.”
Me: “????”
Evie: “It says it on her collar.”

Ollie: “I like it when people get dead.”
Me: “You do??”
Ollie: “Well, not people I like.”

Me: “Ollie, were you doing something naughty?”
Ollie: “I don’t want to tell you if I was or not.”

Ollie: “I’m going to tell a story! Once a pot of time…”

That would make a great beginning to a time travel story.