Pardon me

I was looking for a cute photo of Owen and Claire to go with this post, but they're all on the camera right now and I'm too lazy to find the camera cord and download them. So, you'll have to have the story without any visuals. Sorry.
 

Owen burps and looks around slyly.
Owen: Pardon you Claire. 

Me: Why pardon Claire?
Owen: Because she burped.
Me: Uh, Owen I’m pretty sure that was you.

I think it's hilarious that he has figured out that something like this is funny. It boggles the mind, really. I guess he picked this up from one of the other kids at daycare, but who knows...

Lights out!

The other day, Owen says to me out of the blue when we were talking about going to the park, "When we leave we need to turn the lights off."

Huh. Good for him, and I guess he's paying more attention to our actions than I realize. The rest of our conversation went something like the following. Note: It's not all that easy to explain the concepts of energy/electricity and saving it to an almost-3-year-old!

Daddy said I could

Owen climbs up on a chair and is eying this clay pot we got in Morocco last year.

Owen: I want to play with this.

Me: No, better not.

Owen: Why?

Me: Because it’s breakable.

Owen: But daddy said I could.

Really? They can play this game already at 2 1/2?

Car wash

We’ve just finished giving Claire her bath, and I’m getting her dressed in the kids’ room. Owen comes to me with a dripping wet Matchbox-type car.

Owen: Mommy, my car is wet.
Me: Is that because you put it in Claire’s tub?
Owen: No, it put itself there.

When kids learn they can climb out of bed...

One thing I want to write about here is the often hilarious things my 2 1/2 year old (Owen) says. Without further ado, the first in a series I like to call "Mouths of babes".

I get an eerie feeling that someone is standing at the kitchen door. It's 9:15 pm, Sean (hubby) is at some work event or another and the kids are in bed asleep. Or are they? I turn to see Owen quietly standing outside the kitchen (his bedtime is around 8:15), and he scares the living daylights out of me, giving me a “Children of the Corn” sensation.

Me: Owen, why are you out of bed?

Owen: Because I’m are.