Me: Owen do you have to poop?
Owen: No.
Me: OWEN GO POOP.
Owen: Okay.
Owen: Katie, those are my weapons. Don’t touch them. They’re for five year olds.
Owen was playing in our bed and fell off.
Me: Are you okay?
Owen: A Transformer tossed me off!
Out of the blue just now:
Owen: Remember when we put the necklace in the cooker?
Me: What? Necklace in the cooker!?!?
Owen: When Miss Ruth came to our old house without TJ just Emily. And we put the necklace in the cooker?
Then it hit me. She had brought Shrinky dink bracelets for the kids. His mind scares me.
We’ve been watching Wreck It Ralph a lot lately.
Owen: Mom, for Halloween, daddy can be Wreck It Ralph. You can be the girl from Heroes Duty.
Me: And you can be Fix It Felix.
Owen: And Katie can be Penelope Von Sweets! And Braxton can be King Candy! And my dog can be the cybug.
Me: Owen, did you go poop?
Owen: Yes! And I wiped!
Tom: Did you get it all?
Owen: Uhhhh.
Tom: Mom, you’d better check.
Me: Let’s go.
Owen pulls his pants down in the kitchen.
Me: No, go to the bathroom. Don’t pull your pants down yet.
Owen: I’m just getting my butt ready!