Evie: “It smells like Uncle Ben in here.”
…
Ollie: “Hey, I found a stinky diaper under the bed!”
Evie: “So THAT’S what I was smelling!”
Me: “Did you know that when I was little, I had blond hair just like Evie? What color is my hair now?”
Ollie: “Grey.”
Grandma S: “How old are you?”
Ollie: “Two and a half.”
Grandma S: “And how old will you be on your birthday?”
Ollie: “A teenager.”
Evie: “I can’t tell if I’m homesick, or carsick.”
Evie: “Daddy, look at my fortune from my cookie!”
Fortune: Avoid agreeing with people just to keep peace.
Evie: “Mama says I do that naturally.”
Grandma Kathy: “Wow, Evie, you’re getting tall!”
Evie: “Well, maybe to you, but not to daddy.”
Grandma Kathy: “Well, does your mommy eat lettuce?”
Ollie: “No. She eats food.”
Ollie: “Can we play Wizardofoz?”
Grandma Kathy: “Sure. Who should we be?”
Ollie: “I can be Dorthy, and you can be Foz.”
Ollie: “I used to have a stinky toot in my bottom.”
Me: “It’s not in there anymore?”
Ollie: “No. I stinked it out.”
An 8 year old girl: “The babies don’t like Mitt Romney anymore.”
Sara: “Why not?”
8 year old: “Because he wanted to cancel Sesame Street.”
8 year old: “Adults don’t like him anymore either.”
Sara: “Oh yeah? I guess not.”
8 year old: “He said the f-word.”
Ollie: “I don’t want to clean up, not anymore.”
Me: blah blah blah “responsibility” blah blah blah “value of hard work” blah blah “…and when you’re done, you’ll feel very proud of yourself.”
Ollie, not impressed: “I already feel proud of myself.”
Evie: “I’m pretending my Barbie is Shirley Jones.”
Sara: “Nobody’s said that for 40 years.”
::Oliver was very sick::
Ollie: “I couldn’t find a [nose] wipe [in the night], so I just wiped it all over everything.”
Oliver: “I love you daddy.”
Me: “I love you too. Even when I’m mad at you, I still love you. Always.”
Oliver: “Yeah, me too. I still love you even when you’re mad at me too.”
::Frontera tomatillo salsa was out::
Me: “Do you have any other tomatillo salsa?”
Grocery Store Employee: “No. But choo can make your own, it’s really easy!”
This is why I love the local produce mart.
Oliver: “Mama, where should I hide this from you?”
Me, singing: “Baby it’s cold outside.”
Ollie, singing: “I have to stay in momma’s tummy!”
::Me, laughing::
Ollie: “Because a baby has to stay warm in its momma’s tummy.”
Oliver: “Ooh, look at that eagle!” – as a pigeon soared majestically overhead
Grandma Kathy – “Okay, how far do you want me to count?”
Oliver: “Until 8:30.”
It was about 5:30.
Evie: “If you didn’t want to wake up early, you shouldn’t have invited me over to your house!”
Shane Halbach 