Owen picked up a toy Katie had been chewing on:
Owen: Oh! It’s ruined.
Me: It’s not ruined.
Owen: Yes it is. It’s soggy. Pause. Soggy. Say soggy.
Owen climbing on the furniture:
Whoopee! I love having fun!
And a new response to just about everything we ask him to do:
Me: Owen, you need to get the balloon and come back down here.
Owen: I can do that!
Me: Owen, please put your toys away.
Owen: I can do that!
Me: Owen, bring your milk and sit at the table please.
Owen: I can do that.
Me: Go turn off your [bedroom] stuff.
Owen: I can do that.
Me: Put your underwear on please.
Owen: I can do that. I can dooo that!
Katie was on the floor, pulling on Owen’s B that was hanging off the chair onto the floor:
Owen: No, Katie, this is my blanket. O-W-E-N spells Owen that’s me.