Oh, Owen...

Roger and I went to pick up the boys on Wednesday only to be flagged down by the Preschool Director. "Torva! Roger! Come here! Owen's been telling me some things..." Uh oh... Can't be good. No place to hide. I plaster a smile on my face trying to prepare myself for what she's about to say. "Owen told me this afternoon, 'Ms. Cheryl, I need to speak with you. I'm going to get a sister next September. ' I told Owen, he must be mistaken, 'No, Ms. Cheryl, her name is going to be Tasha.' " Hmmm...

The other week when Nana and Pop Pop came down for a visit, Nana was looking at a class picture of the boys on the fridge. "This picture is so cute but my favorite is still the one of Tate in the damn bucket." Owen steps in: "Nana!!! We've got a damn bucket in our living room, see?" showing her a picture of Tate on our mantel sitting in...well...a damn bucket.

Today we went to Big Lots to pick up some sand buckets for our beach trip with the boys this coming week. I asked Owen if he knew how to make a sand castle. He proceeded to tell me very seriously that you needed WET SAND to make a sand castle. Why yes, how did you know that? Silence. Owen, how did you know you need wet sand to make a sand castle? "I know that because I'm very smart".... Nuf said.

Next came a visit to Golden Corral for lunch. On our way out, we saluted a retired military officer. I asked Owen if he wanted to be a soldier when he grew up. "Well, if I'm a soldier, can I hit someone in the face with a baseball bat?????" Really? That's what you think of when you think of becoming a soldier? No, Owen, you can't hit someone in the face with a baseball bat. "Okay, I'll just hit them in the back, then..." Really??