Me: “Ollie, give me your right elbow.”
::Ollie holding out his left hand::
Me: “That’s your left hand.”
Ollie: “That’s weird. How did my right elbow get on my left hand?”

Ollie: “What did you write?”
Me: “I signed my name.”
Ollie: “But…what language did you write it in?”

Ollie: “I’m 4, my sister is 6, and my Daddy is 100.”
…
Ollie, whispering to me: “Are you 44 or 54, I can’t remember!”

Ollie: “Sometimes, I think my grownup hairs are growing in! But then I realize it’s just Nala hairs.”