Olivia: I don't like pickles.
Bryan: That's celery.
Olivia: I don't like celery-pickles.
Bryan: Try it anyway.
Olivia (putting the celery in her mouth and making a face): But I don't like pickles.
Albie (Bryan's former roommate), upon hearing the news of Kaitlyn's birth: I know before you started having kids you were hoping for a football team, but it looks like you're going to have to gun for a cheerleading squad.
Olivia, in a menacing voice while playing with her dolls: Looks like you taked a wrong turn, princess.
Gretchen: *takes Bryan's slippers, opens the back door, throws slippers out into the rain, and closes door*
Gretchen: Uh-oh, daddy's slippers!
Bryan: Daddy's slippers?
Gretchen: Daddy's slippers wet!
Bryan: Well why did you throw them out in the rain?
Gretchen: Uh-oh, slippers wet!
Bryan: Olivia, stop whining.
Olivia (still whining): It's what I do.
Olivia: You used to have a baby in your tummy but then she comed out. Now you have a drink in your tummy.
Olivia, with exasperation on a particularly gassy day: Ugh! 'Scuse me! Why's my butt do that?
Gretchen: Ready breakfast.
Me: This will be lunch.
Gretchen: Oh. Ready breakfast lunch.
Me: Just lunch.
Gretchen: Ready dinner.
Me: Lunch.
Gretchen: No, ready breakfast.
Bryan, when Gretchen started getting into things: Is the movie over already?
Me: No, but I opened the door and she followed me in here.
Bryan: Hmm. She's like a moth.
Olivia: Mommy, I stepped on one of the ants so it couldn't move anymore. But there are some more coming up, but I am not going to step on them today. I will step on them tomorrow.
*Note: Use of the word "ants" may not be accurate. I don't know what kind of bug (or worm) she actually squished.*
Gretchen: Want more chips.
Me: Can you ask nicely?
Gretchen: Please have more.
Bryan gives Gretchen a chip.
Gretchen: *bursts into tears* No, want more that!
Bryan: More dinner? Here, more chalupas.
Gretchen sobs uncontrollably.
Bryan: Do you want your chalupas?
Gretchen, still crying: Yes.
Bryan: Do you want them on a chip?
Gretchen, continuing to cry: No. No want chips. Want dinner.
Bryan removes the chip from Gretchen's plate and eats it.
Gretchen calms down, picks up her fork, and looks at her plate.
Gretchen: Need chips.
Loved the conversations! Sounds like you have fabulous conversation every day!
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