Sara: “What kind of laundry detergent do you use?”
Anna: “All. Why?”
Sara: “You smell like all the clothes I got from Goodwill.”
That’s probably not a compliment.
Evie: “I love you so much, even when I say I don’t.”
What a sweetheart!
Evie: “I know what I want to be next year for Halloween. I want to be daddy!”
Me: “Aw, thanks honey.”
Evie: “I’m going to kill you and wear your skin.”
Er…then again, maybe not.
Sara: “Come here baby, give me a kiss.”
Ollie: “I not a baby, I a man.”
Evie: “Come on Ollie, let’s go play solitaire.”
Evie, almost in tears: “Why is my crunching so loud, and yours and Ollie’s is so quiet?? We’re eating the same thing, I even have milk and everything!”
::Ollie’s pants falling down in music class, as usual::
Ollie, running to the middle of the circle: “I want to show my butt to the class!”
::Ollie was trying on his new shoe::
Sara: “Okay, do you want to put on the other one?”
Ollie: “There’s two of them?!”
Dabu, to me: “Beating you is not much of a victory, but beating Sara is.”
::At the Jazz Festival::
Singer: “This next one was by Ella Fitzgerald…”
Evie, her eyes shining with excitement: “They said they’re going to sing the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald!!”
Sara: “Did the monkeys take his hats?”
Ollie: “And they climb up in the trees!”
Sara: “And what did the monkeys do after that?”
Ollie: “They flew away.”
I think someone has been immersed in the Wizard of Oz at a young age…
::Evie, seeing a picture of people holding signs::
Evie: “They’re in a union.”
::We see some kind of kiddie train going by. Ollie looks thoughtful.::
Me: “Okay Ollie, time to go pee pee.”
Oliver, looking shrewd: “After I go pee pee, I ride on the train.”
Speaking of unions, he’s got a future in bargaining.
Me: “Evie, please don’t suck on your fingers.”
Evie: “But my fingers taste good!”
Me: “The only reason your fingers taste good is because of all the sweat and dirty things on there.”
Evie: “My toes taste the best.”
Me: “Ewwww, that proves it, you like the taste of sweat!”
Evie: “Well, it’s my sweat.”
Grandpa: “How did you sleep last night?”
Ollie: “Good.”
Grandpa: “Say, ‘With my eyes closed’.”
::Ollie closes his eyes::
Ollie: “Good.”
Ollie: “Where is EE?”
Sara: “She’s at school.”
Ollie: “The pancake school??”
Of all the times Oliver has been to her school, I guess it was the pancake breakfast that stood out in his mind (who’s surprised about that?)
::Ollie wandering around the house, shouting::
Ollie: “Baby, where are you? Baby, where are you?”
Probably not the most effective way to find something that can’t answer back.
::Listening to the Aladdin soundtrack::
Evie: “Prince Ali…”
Ollie: “Prince me!!”
Shane Halbach 