Owen has no problem calling people out. Don't expect to pass gas in his presence without him announcing "Ew, toot" to the entire room.
The cat puked on our bedroom floor this morning. Nice, huh? Owen walked over to the pile, and in a totally disgusted tone he proclaimed "Yuck. Dinosaur poop." I looked over and saw that a plastic dinosaur was laying next to the puke, so of course it's only natural to assume that the dinosaur had crapped.
Guess it's time to log off the computer and go clean up dinosaur poop.
2 comments:
That Owen boy of mine is so precious. Love him so much. I need a Logan and Owen hug :-)
Good, because we need a babysitter next Friday! I'll call ya.
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