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Tonight we had Scarlett and her mom over for dinner. After dinner Scarlett started playing with Owen's toy plane. Owen looked distressed and started whining about not wanting her to take it home with her.

Owen: whining incomprehensibly...
Erin: "Owen, I can't understand you when you're whining. Use a big-boy voice."
Owen (calmly): "Mommy, I want not Scarlett to borrow my airplane."
Scarlett (matter-of-factly): "I'm just looking at it."
Owen: "Oh."

Then later, I was trying to fix the plane by unscrewing the battery cover.

Scarlett: "Is that a screwdriver?"
John: "Yep, it's a screwdriver."
Owen: "Yes, it asb--, um, abslit, abs-so-LUTELY is a screwdriver!"

The other day we were driving back from Costco and Owen was entertaining Marcus in the back seat. Then he stopped and said, "Mommy, Marcus is my best friend." Our hearts asb--, um, abslit, abs-so-LUTELY melted!

One of Owen's latest activities involves mixing all of his blocks, cars and playing cards together in a huge pile. He calls this "a party." Alarm bells went off the other day when he came out of quiet time and said, "Mommy, you can't wait to see the party with all my cars and the tissues." Sure enough, Owen had created a sort of confetti with the remainder of the box of tissues by his bed and had mixed it in with his pile of cars on the floor. Good times...

Erin and I had guilty moments late last week when in the morning Owen asked me, "Daddy, why are you always working?" Later that day he asked Erin, "Mommy, why are you always mad?" Great, now Owen has angry workaholics as parents!

Saturday we went to the annual Punahou School Carnival. On the way home:

Erin: "Wow, that was fun. My favorite part was riding the roller coaster with Owen!"
John: "My favorite part was riding the giant airplane! Owen, what was your favorite part?"
Owen: "My favorite part was the helicopter, and the airplane, and the roller coaster and the funnel cake and the Icee and the playground!"

And finally,

Erin: "What's your favorite food?"
Owen: "String cheese. Mommy what's your favorite food?"
Erin: "I really love ice cream."
Owen: "No, you really love to-STADAS!"


steph said…
You guys have me cracking up! Owen is the cutest ever!

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