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“Dad. Dad! I need you to come home. My flashlight is out of batteries.”

Rebecca: “Owen, I just need to sit down and read for a minute.”

Owen: “Nope, not today!”

Owen, as I tried to brush his hair from his forehead (admittedly, repeatedly): “NO. Don’t feel me right now.”

Owen, to the dentist: “Be careful with me.” 

Owen: “I’m a mommy!”

Rebecca: “You are? What do mommies say?”

Owen: “No.”

Bryan: “Owen, time to get dressed.”

Owen: “Are you CRAZY? I’m playing with my trains.”

Owen: “Can I hold the hedge trimmer?”

Bryan: “No. It’s not safe.” 

Owen: “Can I hold the hedge trimmer?”

Bryan: “No.” 

Owen: “Can I hold the hedge trimmer?”

Bryan: “No.” 

Owen: “Can I hold the hedge trimmer?”

Bryan: “No.” 

Owen: “Can I hold the hedge trimmer?”

“Look, Mommy! All my planes are holding hands!”

Owen: “There’s a bird on the fence, Mommy – look!”

Rebecca: “That’s a female cardinal.”

Owen: “I want to hold it.”

Rebecca: “That’s not a great plan.”

Owen: “It will bite me?”

Rebecca: “No, you will scare her.”

Owen, in the general direction of that poor cardinal: “RAAARRRWWW!”