Owen went to the bathroom and set his sword down. When he got out:
Owen: Mama, did you touch my sword?
Me: No.
Owen: Great! Then you get a digi-medal [something from Agent Oso cartoon] for not touching! Good job mom!
Owen: Excuse me. I have to do my job.
Tom: What’s your job?
Owen: To keep my friends safe.
Tom: From what?
Owen: The spears. They have pointy ends. And the lava king.
Looking at old pictures…
Tom: Look at that doll!
Owen: That’s not a doll—that’s me Owen!
Tom came home from work early and I took Owen to a play group water slide get-together. When we got home, Tom was sleeping…and he slept a long time (through dinner). When he finally came downstairs…
Owen: DADDY! You’re alive!!
Me: I didn’t coach him at all.