Olivia: “Auntie Carrie, auntie Carrie, auntie CAAAARie!”
Carrie: “What-ie-uh?”
Olivia, mad and indignant: “No, I not what-ie-uh, I O-iggy-uh!”

Me and Olivia at bedtime:
Me: “Olivia, did you talk to Jesus today?” (referring to a conversation earlier in the day)

Olivia emerges from her room, and informs me her babies are sleeping. She then spends the next half hour shushing Cal and I at every sound above a whisper.

When Wesley came to play this morning:
Olivia: “Wessey has a wunny nose”
Me: “Okay, I’ll get a tissue.”
Olivia: “No, I get it. I help baby Wessy.”

More to come . . . I’m sure.