Uno: “Mommy, I want Daddy to start exercising all the time and eating spinach so he can be like Pipeye!” (the ruffian’s version of “Popeye.”)
Dos: “Hey! He doesn’t have to do that, he’s already strong like Pipeye!”
Uno: “And Mommy, you can be Olive Oil. We’ll be the Baby Oils.”
Yes, this is our conversation at 2 a.m. Which means that we made it on the jet plane and survived the journey. And since you’re reading this, you can logically assume there’s internet at the hotel.
That is, if you’re logical.
Which Olive Oil most certainly is not.