Owen came out of the bathroom with water drops all over his shirt.
Me: What happened?
Owen: I was thirsty.
Whenever Katie grunts, Owen says “Are you pooping little girl?” And of course she says Yes! because she answers yes to just about everything. And Owen finds it HILARIOUS. It is cute…until he does it seven times in a row at the dinner table.
Looking for one of his Lego minifigs:
Owen: Medusa? Are you in here? Hello?
Owen: Mom can I tell you something?
Me: Of course.
Owen: That. Was. Awesome. Do you know what was awesome?
Me: No. What was awesome?
Owen: Finding all the chocolates!
Our conversation one morning.
Me: Owen, did you poop this morning?
Owen: I DID!
Me: Did you flush? [Thinking he usually doesn’t which in this case is good because then I can see it—an unfortunate necessity.]
Owen: No! I didn’t, because you were sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you up!