We were at the pool and they had started the grill for the cookout.
Owen: That smells like deliciousness!
Reading our initials on the wall:
Katie: J-T-O-K! That rhymes with Katie!
Katie wanted to leave her seat at the restaurant. I asked what she was going to do.
Katie: Some ballet on the carpet.
Owen: Katie, where did you get hurt? Your butt cheek?
Katie: No, my leg cheek.
Katie: Mom. Watch. I’m a ninja karate-r.
I was trying to teach Katie how to count from 20 to 30. She was getting the hang of it. Almost.
Katie: …twenty-six…twenty-seven…twenty-eight…twenty-nine…twenty-ten.