Me: “Are the kids still playing together?”
Sara: “They’re being good. For a while they kept yelling, “whore”, but it’s been okay.”

Turns out they were playing “horse”. Or possibly “whores”.

Ollie: “Daddy woke me up, but I”m tired!”
Sara: “Did you tell daddy you needed your ‘beauty sleep’?”
Ollie: “What is ‘nudie sleep?'”

Ollie: “Excuse me, hardon me.”
Me: “Pardon me.”
Ollie, incredulous: “Pardon me? That doesn’t make any sense.”

Ollie: “We keep saying words until we die.”
Sara: “Some people more than others.”