::Trying to work on Ollie’s pronunciation of ‘L’::
Sara: “Ollie, do you Like Lasagna?”
Ollie: “Lasagna.”
Sara: “Ollie, do you Like Little girls?”
Ollie: “No, I like working girls.”
O_O
Me: “Evie, are you where I told you not to be?”
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Evie: “No, not anymore!”
Evie: “If I went in the dunk tank, I would hold my nose.”
Ollie: “Well, when I looked in the dunk tank I didn’t hold my nose and it didn’t fall off.”
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Ollie: “Mama, why does the dunk tank make your nose fall off?”
Evie: “Elizabeth is my favorite name in the whole world. I don’t think it’s the most beautiful name, but it’s my favorite.”
Me: “And what’s the most beautiful name?”
Evie: “Snowball.”
Ollie: “Let’s do something fun.”
Sara: “We could color.”
Ollie: “No, that’s not fun, that’s coloring. We could eat! That’s fun.”
::Ollie wearing a bungee cord like a belt::
Ollie: “This bungee cord is hurting my feelings.”
Me: “What feelings?”
Ollie, pointing to his hips: “Right here, and right here.”
Evie: “Would you rather be with a shark that ate yesterday, a tiger that ate yesterday, or a lion that ate 10 weeks ago?”
Me: “Well, the lion would be hungry, and I don’t want to be under water, so I guess I’d go with the tiger.”
Evie: “Wrong! You’d rather be with the lion because he’d be dead if he didn’t eat for 10 weeks!”
Ollie: “Here Grandpa, you can use some of our sun scream.”
Ollie: “Hey, did you write on my picture?”
Sara: “Oh, sorry buddy, I was researching tomatoes. I really like your picture though. What was it, a spider?”
Ollie: “A zombie.”
It’s actually a pretty good zombie picture. But how does he know what a zombie looks like??
Evie: “Ollie’s not letting me have my imagination!”
Evie: “Ollie’s following me around and being a copycat!”
Ollie: “No, I’m not a cat!”
Sara: “We should take your dad out to breakfast for Father’s day. It will be perfect, since we’ll all be there. And we can go really early, while the rest of the dads are in church.”
Me: “BWAHAHA! Oh my god, I would totally use that as a quote, but it would give away the whole thing.”
Sara: “Like your dad reads your blog.”
Me: “Like my dad reads.”
Ollie: “The story I’m telling myself is very long.”
Me: “Oh yeah? What’s it about?”
Ollie: “Cake.”
Evie: “Oliver, you can only touch it with your eyes.”
::Ollie lifting the book towards his face::
Evie: “Not like that!!”
Me: “Did you watch the washing machine going around and around?”
Ollie: “No. I watched the clothes going around.”
Me: “You keep your grubby paws off of it.”
Oliver, looking at his hands and turning them over in confusion: “I don’t have paws!”
Oliver, looking at the new load of dirt for the garden: “Whoah, the garden got really dirty!”
Shane Halbach 