Ollie: “Evie, mama said there’s something Aunt Rachael wants to tell us.”
Evie: “I think it’s that Aunt Rachael is going to have a baby.”
Ollie: “Or, Aunt Rachael’s DOG is going to have a baby!!!”
Ollie: “…or that Aunt Rachael is going to have another head growing out of the top of her head.”

“No offense, but you’re basically useless now.” – Evie, in regards to Sara being 8 months pregnant with a broken leg.

::sorting baby clothes::
Ollie: “What if the baby came out and it was a grown-up, and all your hard work was for nothing?”

Ollie: “I have a name for the baby. ‘Darthy’.”
Me: “Dorothy?”
Ollie: “No, Darthy. Like Darth Vader. Maybe when he grows up he’ll want to go by ‘Darth’.”