Olive

"Knock knock!"
Go to sleep, Stuart.
 "Knock knock!"
"Knock knock!"
"Mommy! Knock knock!"
Who's there?
"Olive"
Olive who?
"I love you!"
That's sweet, Stuart. Now go to sleep.
"Knock knock!"
Who's there?
"Olive"
Olive who?
"I love rocking the boat!"

Boats

What do you want to do now, Stuart? "Boats. ...after all!" I don't know how I figured out what he wanted, but I did, and we went to Disneyland and rode the boats into Small World (after all).

Gourmand

Surf's up!

Benjamin pushed his fork into a potato at dinner and held it up. He said, "Now that," dramatic pause, " is an overcooked potato." Everyone is a critic.

Before we remodeled our kitchen, the countertop was made from 4 inch tile squares. Steve broke two of these tiles at one point, trying in vain to separate two frozen sausages, by banging them on the counter.  This morning, we were at Bristol Farms, and Steve was buying sausages. "What's a banger?" Benjamin asked. A sausage. "Is that what daddy broke the counter top with? Is that why they call them bangers?" I can't imagine why we didn't think of that one ourselves, in the all grief Steve has received from me for that trick.

When we were driving home from the market, Benjamin said, "Look, there's a balloon caught in the shrubbery. Sorry, I talked Australian. I mean bush." Bring me a shrubbery or I will say Ni!

Birds

Benjamin said (I kid you not, over 20 times in a row), "Birds of a feather are stuck together." I wonder what he thinks that means?

Stuart, where are you? "In bathroom." What are you doing? "Pillow." At that, I dashed into the bathroom, to find Stuart with one of the pillows from Benjamin's bed under one arm, opening the lid to the toilet. I asked him what he was going to do with it, and he said, "On top." Well, thank goodness for that.