Me: When you are 18, you get to vote; and when you are 21, you can have a beer.
Owen: But what happens when I’m 26?
Owen likes to help brush the cats. Posy loves it, but Plum is not so sure. I’ve told Owen he has to be careful and not brush near Plum’s “family jewels,” as this makes Plum angry. The other day I was brushing Plum and Owen warned me not to go near “the people’s genitals.”
Owen’s teacher last year made a silhouette of Owen and framed it for mother’s day. I have it on my bedroom wall and Owen refers to it as “Mystery Me”.
Owen: I was a little angry in school today, Mom, but I can’t tell you about it because it would take all night.
When we were visiting my parents this summer:
Granny: Owen, you can do so much more this year than last.
Owen: But I can’t put the star on top of the Christmas tree.
We had told Owen on our way to Maine this summer that he had to follow Granny & Pa’s rules, since we were staying in their house. My mother and Owen were playing in the living room on our second day there and my mom had to tell Dorothy to stop scratching her behind on the carpet. Owen queried: “Granny, is that a rule?” (Yes, and a pretty fair one!)
Owen: I’m going to be a scientist when I grow up. Dad says he’s going to be a pizza scientist.
Owen to himself as he plays: I’m doing what I want, me-style.
Owen: Why does my pasta taste cold and smell hot?
On our way to the pharmacy to pick up some meds for Owen.
Owen: Is the pharmacy inside or outside?
Me: Inside! It’s a store.
Owen: Oh. I thought since it was a farm it might be outside.
Thus ensued a conversation about the difference between a farm and a pharmacy….
Owen: I’d like this muffin better if it had icing and was called a cupcake.
I was getting dressed to go to a wedding and put on a pair of black heels, which I don’t wear much anymore. Owen said, “Nice shoes, mom, but heels are supposed to be red.”