Ollie: “Nobody sing to the baby ‘Jingle Bells, Batman Smells’! I want the baby to think I made it up.”

Sara, starting to panic: “We’re going to need bigger pots and pans.”

Ollie: “Mama, you look like a fat man. You *walk* like a fat man.”

Sara: “We still have a lot to do.”
Me: “Well, that’s what happens when one of us reads all day, and takes naps.”
Sara: “AND GESTATES.”

Ollie: “Mama, I love you. But now that I’m going to be a big brother, I love you even more.”