(on Chinese beef balls)
Ivy: I don’t know why you like them.
Kevin: They’re delicious.
Me: Listen, I’m not going degrade what you like but I just don’t understand it.
Ivy: I’m not that courteous. They’re disgusting.
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Ivy: Dad logic: if the food has sand in it, I have no choice but to feed my children sand.
Ivy: I haven’t seen any Norwegian under 5’9″. I’m so shook.
Me: I don’t regret it. I just didn’t get the outcome I wanted. That’s all. It’s no one’s fault.
Ivy: It was a beautiful thing to be hopeful about.
Me: You be careful out there.
Ivy: YOU be careful out there. You’re in Toronto and I’m in Finland.
Ivy: Iunno man, the scariest thing I’ve seen all week was a man wearing a cowboy hat.
Me: What if I die on the hike?
Ivy: (shrugs) can I have your stuff?
Ivy: (sobs) Sorry, I just bought this onion and it’s from Farm Boy so it’s really fresh.
Kevin: So recently, I discovered that if I mix my vanilla whey protein with juice, it tastes like a creamsicle.
Ivy: That is literally my worst nightmare.
Me: I almost choked and shat myself at the same time.
Ivy: I hate Spongebob. His voice makes me want to literally punch a sponge.
Ivy: No, I see you doing that. That’s why your body’s wrecked.
Me: Wrecked?
Ivy: YEAH, WRECKED.
Me: That’s really mean.
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