Ollie: “I want to do an experiment with that.”
::pointing to baking soda::
Ollie: “I want to put a scoop of that in Minnesota.”

Eh, baking soda, Minnesota, tomato, tomahto. I’m not sure Minnesota is quite as reactive as vinegar, but that’s what makes it an experiment!

Evie: “Winter is going to be so much better with foam!”

That’s probably true in general, but if you absolutely must have context, we bought a milk-foamer for coffee and Evie has big cocoa plans.

::Driving down the street::
Evie, hesitantly: “One time did you go into that building and play accordion with a strange man? Or was that just a dream?”

That’s me, baby: living the dream.

Sara: “He was sick in his tummy?”
Ollie: “No. In his mouth.”

Me: “Talking about eating boogies make me feel sick to my tummy.”
Ollie: “Did you ever eat a boogie and think it was yucky?”
Me: “Yes.”
Ollie: “Well, you should try the boogies from my nose.”

Ollie: “BUUUURP”
Ollie: “Now it smells like soup in here.”

Ollie: “I need a little pillow so I can lay my head on it while I’m eating.”

Amanda: “I never even noticed that Nathan was left handed, because he’s really nice about it.”

Sara: “…but you don’t need to buy anything to celebrate Halloween, or Thanksgiving, or Christmas.”
Evie: “Yeah, that’s right! All you need to celebrate Christmas is a chainsaw!”

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.”

Ollie: “What’s Pooh’s real name?”
Me: “Uh…”
Ollie: “I mean, what’s his name when he’s not just Pooh?”
Me: “…Winnie the Pooh?”
Ollie: “Yeeeees!”

::3 women  walk past us::
Ollie: “They’re genetic counselors!”
Me: “Why are they genetic counselors?”
Ollie: “Because they have curly hair.”

Thank god your hair doesn’t actually determine your profession, because I don’t have any.

Sara: “Did you feel the ground shake when that car went by?”
Ollie: “Does the ground shake when OUR car goes by?”

When all 4 cylinders are firing, you’re experiencing 1.5 liters of raw power, baby.