So we’re driving by Walmart and Owen says “So all the Legos are in there?”
Owen: Mama, smell my lunch. Holds out his lunch box.
Me: Mmmm. Bacon.
Owen: Yes! But we can’t eat it until my cousins get here.
Owen: What shapes are these?
Me: Purposefully guessing wrong. A rectangle and a diamond.
Owen: Ugh! That is not correct. It’s a circle and a star!
Me: Can you make sure all the gates are closed so Katie can crawl around?
Owen: AB-SO-LUTELY!
Owen: Mama, your car is red.
Me: Yes.
Owen: Like Lightning.
Me: Yes, like Lightning.
Owen: Except your car doesn’t have eyes.
Me: Laughs. That’s right, mama’s car doesn’t have eyes.
Owen: Or a mouth. Or eyelashes.
Owen: Mama, that was a good lunch.
Me: Good, I’m glad you liked it.
Owen: The apples and cashews were crunchy. The sandwich was soft and squishy.
Grouchy Owen: No more Lego packs. No Lego packs anymore.
Me: Okay, we’ll sell them.
Grouchy Owen: NOOOOOOO! I want them!
Owen: Mama, I love you.
Me: Aww. Come give me a hug.
Owen: Nah. I have to go sit on the couch and watch TV.