"Buttermilk!! Stop squirming!! You're gonna smudge your nail polish!!"
"Junior Olivia. Spit that out immediately, you're gonna choke on that bread."
"OK GANG!! TRACK & FIELD MEET IN A MINUTE!!!"
"Bisquick Marie!!!! What did I tell you about pecking the rabbits' ears?"
"BUTTERMILK!! LET THE POOR BIRD GO!!!!"
*Looks up from notebook* "Guys, stop chasing the chipmunk."