Smith Family Weblog

Owen: “It’s no fair that Dad gets to say ‘damn it.'”

Regarding takeoff: “The cars look like Hot Wheels and the houses look like doll houses and I love this part. Oh, actually, I’m scared of this part…”

On earworms:  “Mom, my brain is playing rock and roll.”

On danger, generally:  “I had a dream that I had suction cup shoes and I could walk up anything. I want real suction cup shoes.”

“Hey mom, does this match?”

“‘Noculators.”

“Mom, I wasn’t a good listener today, but I will be a good listener tomorrow. Also, I won’t lick the rug anymore.”

Me: “Owen, were you a good listener at school today?”

Owen: “I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

To Uncle Tom, regarding his camera: “Can I push the cheese button?”

To his new friend, by way of introduction to me: “This is my grown up.”

As we sang the Husker fight song while crossing back into Kansas: “Are we going to another ‘Braska?”

To Bryan, as he held Ryan: “Would you like to hold my cousin next?”

Owen, clearly illustrating how to be three years old: “I guess I like this new shirt. But next time I’m going to hate it.”