These are all courtesy of Owen--the resident 3 year old.
Two weeks ago driving in the car, from the back seat I hear:
Owen: "That makes Jesus really mad."
Me: "What makes Jesus mad?"
Owen: "When you cut down his plants it makes him really mad."
A little too much exposure to Al Gore or too many "green" commericals on Disney? Who's to know?
Last week while he and Eli are bathing in the tub, Eli starts crying:
Me: Why is Eli crying? (I can tell you that it's because Owen dumped a bucket of water on his head, but it's good to allow a child to confess right?)
Owen: I don't know. I think it's because he wants those things.
Me: What things?
Owen: Your things mom. Pointing to his chest, "Those big things you have here."
Me: Why do you think he wants those?
Owen: Because that's what you do, you give him those and he's happy.
Me: Well, Eli's too old to do that now. He just gets food now.
I could sense Owen's disappointment for Eli's loss. What a caring brother.