He’s been a chattering fool today. This is only a smidgen of what he’s said…mostly in the last 15 minutes. 🙂
We were driving to my doctor appointment this morning.
Owen: Are you still mad at the doctor?
Me: Gobsmacked that he remembers me saying that THREE weeks ago. No, I’m not mad at the doctor. She tried to help me and I was frustrated.
Owen: The word of the day is frustrated.
Owen: Mama. Remember? Last night when I found all the eggs?
Me: Yes, you found a lot of eggs!
Owen: THERE WAS ELMO AND A TIGER AND AN ELEPHANT AND A FOOTBALL BY THE SHED! AND I GOT LOTS OF CANDY! And the carrots were gone!
Owen: Mama, can I play my game?
Me: How about when daddy comes home?
Owen: Why?
Me: Mama doesn’t know how to play that game.
Owen: How about pirates? You know how to play pirates! You jump and sing.
Owen: Mama, I need my milk. I need more energy!
Owen: Mama, I need to go poop.
Me: Don’t tell me—just go to the bathroom.
He goes in the bathroom.
Owen: Come wipe me.
Me: Did you poop yet?
Owen: No.
Me: Is it in your pants?
Owen: Yes…it’s not that bad!
Owen: Playing. Mama, I’m hurt!
Me: Are you okay?
Owen: Yes, it’s okay. I’ll be okay. It’s just my pinky toe. I need a doctor to fix my pinky toe and make it feel better.
He tripped running across the room.
Me: Are you okay?
Owen: Yes—I went kerplunk.
Owen: Setting two stuffed animals next to him on the steps. Okay, let’s all sit together and say cheese! PICTURE!
Owen: MAMA! LOOK! ON THE DOOR!
Me: What?
Owen: There’s bad guys! All over!
He grabs a plastic ice cream cone and turns it into a gun. MAMA! COME ON! COME HELP ME GET THE BAD GUYS!
Owen: HOLY WAH!
Me: What?
Owen: There’s a race car way up there. That’s silly. That’s goofy. A race car on top! Mom you have to come check this out. You have to follow me.
I am typing this as he says it so I’m not moving yet.
Owen: Mama! You’re not moving. You’re on the couch.
I get up to look at the car. It’s magnetized so I move it to the garbage can where it sticks.
Owen: Cool! I can see it with my eyebrows!