Owen said so many cute things while we’ve been on vacation, but of course I haven’t written them down immediately as they happened…so I only have a few from the last day or so.
Owen: Can we go down there? Pointing down through the floor. In the elevator? To G? To the pool?
Me, mini golfing: Owen, do you want to hit my ball in?
Owen: Sure!
Me: Owen, do you want peanut butter on your graham crackers?
Owen: Ooh! Yes! I’d like that.
Me: I might lay down and take a nap with you.
Owen: NO! You go out there with my dad.
People were shooting off fireworks on the beach that we could see from our living room and balcony.
Owen: Excuse me—excuse me! He pointed with all four fingers in a jabbing motion out towards the beach. There’s fireworks on the beach. Out there. In the sky! Come look!
Owen is pretending to sheath a sword at his side.
Owen: I’m Mike the Knight!
Me: You’re Mike the Knight?
Owen: No, I’m Owen!
Owen, carrying a square-ish toy of Katie’s to the table: Gramma Jean, I have to check my computer online!
After his bath…
Me: Owen, are you clean and snuffy?
Owen: Nooo.
Me: Are you…spiffy?
Owen: No! I’m Owen!
Skyping with Grandma Marsha:
Grandma: I hear you had a vacation.
Owen: Yes! I played with cousins and they’re far away now.