I had asked him what lunch was. I’m guessing a tortilla wrap.
Owen: I like the chicken. But outside the tortilla. It tastes like dinosaur. Or maybe chicken.
Driving somewhere with Tom:
Owen: Look! Slow turtles!
Tom was confused until he realized he meant one of these:
I handed Owen an old tattered B.
Owen: Maybe when gramma comes again she can fix it with her fixing machine.
He says stuff like this all the time:
Remember? Last week? For Christmas a long time ago? OR Remember? Last year? When I was four last time ago?
Me: What did you have for lunch today?
Owen: Hard chicken.
Me: Hard chicken?! What’s that?
Owen: It kinda tastes like cardboard.
At breakfast:
Excuse me? Last night? My dreams were a pretty little bit good.