Owenisms 50

Whoops! I meant to post this on 7/29.

I had taken Owen grocery shopping with me and through a unique set of circumstances he was gifted a tiny ninja trinket out of the coin-operated machines (they were located at the end of our checkout and the guy was filling them, heard Owen ask for the ninja and saw me search for change which I honestly didn’t have, and then he handed him one). I explained he was a very lucky little boy to get something like that. He was excited but he wanted another one and he kept asking me about it all night.
Owen: Mom, I want another ninja. A green one. When we go back to that store again, I want the guy to give me another one.
Me: Remember what I said? It was lucky you got that one. I’ve never had someone give me something out of a machine before and I’m way older than you. If you want one, you have to pay for it.
Owen: What’s pay?
We’ve had a talk about money, but I think it’s time to ramp it up. 🙂

I was putting Owen to bed and noticed his stool was moved away from his bed.
Me: Owen, do you want your stool on this side or that side?
Owen: I don’t need a stool anymore. I’m a big kid.
Me: Yes, you are. Okay then.
Owen: Watch, this is how big kids get into bed. (He climbs into bed.) See?
Me: Should we give the stool to Katie when she gets her real bed?
Owen: YES!

I then put Charlie’s cat bed back on his bed (it had gotten knocked off sometime while they were playing in there today).
Me: I’ll put Charlie’s bed back up here in case she decides to sleep with you tonight.
Owen: No. She sleeps with you now. (She has been sleeping with us ever since we got back from vacation and he misses her.)

Me: Owen, what do you want for dinner tonight?
Owen: Chicken nuggets…macaroni and cheese…and chewies [fruit chews].
Me: Okay.
Owen: Really?
I added fruit and yogurt, but yes!

Me: Owen go find your shoes.
Owen: I can’t find them. Can I just wear my feet?

I smelled a grill or a fire.
Me: Owen! What do you smell?
Owen: /sniff sniff/ CAMPING! Who’s camping?
Me: Doesn’t it smell good?!
Owen: Yes. It smells like chicken!

We were trying to convince Owen to let us pull his loose tooth.
Owen: But my tooth is powerful!