Out playing in the backyard.
Owen: Mama, close your eyes.
I close my eyes.
Owen: No peeking!
Then he hands me this:
Talking about a time he threw up.
Owen: Remember that time when I was four and ate the pizza?
Me: Yes.
Owen: And we got home and I felt some little throat stuff coming up into my mouth so I ran to the bathroom and then plop.
Getting into bed at night.
Good night darth vader. *KISS* Good night ogre. *KISS* Good night other darth vader. *KISS*
It was raining and thundering.
Owen: Mama, do we have cheddar?
Me: Cheddar?
Owen: Yes, cheddar.
Me: Cheese?
Owen: No! Cheddar! Like on the Doc McStuffins storm show.
Me: Cheddar?! I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Owen: I’ll show you.
I put the episode on. The characters say they have each other.
Owen: See—cheddar!
Me: Ahhhh! EACH. OTHER. Two words. And yes, we have each other.
Owen: I gotta go potty.
Tom: Are you going poop?
Owen: No, pee.
Tom: Isn’t that potty?
Owen: No, pee is pee and poop is poop.