I have barely recovered from Girl's Camp. It was insanely fun and I will post about it later.
In the meantime, here are a couple of Owen's latest:
1. I had a horrible morning the other day. It was just one of those mornings where I was so lacking in sleep that my puffy eyes were only allowing a tiny slit of vision.....resulting in me dropping everything I touched. I was running late and grouchy that I had to work. I finally got over-frustrated and marched into my bedroom to yell at my peacefully sleeping husband "I NEED YOUR HELP. I AM LATE AND EVERYTHING IS GOING WRONG! GET UP!"
Probably not the nicest way request his assistance.
Anyway- just a couple of minutes later, Owen came in the room to announce, "Mom. I just said a prayer that everything would start going RIGHT!"
Holy preciousness. I love that boy. What a good example.
2. Reaching behind himself, Owen proceeded to stick his hands into an undesirable crevice. I said "What are you doing?! Does your bum itch?" and he said "No...I am just trying to give myself a wedgie."
3. He was trying to describe a cartoon to me and telling me how this kid was jumping up to catch a cloud but he couldn't jump very high. He paused for a long time to try to think of an appropriate way to explain why the kid couldn't jump high enough, and finally said, "He had a weight problem."
I don't recall ever using such politically correct terminology. I thought it was a little odd and gave him an intrigued look. I guess he thought I didn't understand, so in an exasperated voice he said "You know......he was.....the "F" word."
"Eeeefffffff..........Aaaaaaaaa........T! Fat, Mom. He was fat."
I just never could think of a response.
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