Owenisms 2014

So, we've been here before.

I apologize for not being around, blog a couple of times and go away again.

Since I'm on a roll for Home Grown Basil, my food blog, I decided to get back around to this one, you know, for everyday stuff, or stuff that's on my mind.

I wanted to blog today about Owenisms aka the things my four year old tells me that I can't believe a four year old would say. More than that, I think it's cute.

Take this one for example:

Owen: Momma, I want to be a mailman when I grow up.
Me: Why?
Owen: to make people happy when I deliver packages.
Me: that's sweet.
Owen: what does Momma want to be when she grows up?
Me: I don't know.
Owen: you should be a construction worker or a taxi driver.
Me: you think so?
Owen: yeah.
Me: I don't know.
Owen: well, do you like to build stuff? do you know how to drive a taxi?
Me: ummm...
Owen: it's easy Momma, driving a taxi is like driving a regular car, except a taxi has a siren on top so passengers know you can pick them up.

Based on this conversation, I should be a construction worker or taxi driver, when I grow up. Obviously. Where was he when I was looking at jobs 2 years ago?

As a side note: I did look at being a lyft or uber driver for a hot minute, but decided the taxi route wasn't for me.

Then we had a moment where he ran into the kitchen with a Gatorade on his head and proclaimed:

O: Hello, ma'am. What's the emergency?
Me: Nothing?
O: I'm am ambulance. Didn't you see my siren?
Me: I must have missed it.
O: Call me if you have an emergency. Menomenomenomenomeno (approximate way of spelling what an ambulance siren sounds like)

He then promptly ran back to his room.

But the best conversation of the day happened this morning when Owen asked me to make him some chicken soup because he isn't feeling well. I won't quote it, mainly because I can't remember it verbatim, but it was very sweet. He told me how it would make him better, better than any medicine could. And of course at that point, he mentioned he didn't need medicine and he'd be better in a few days.

As a kid who took medicine every 12 hours the first 14 months of his life, I don't blame him for being anti-medicine. In fact, I can't remember the last time he took medicine. Besides, there's nothing mom's soup can't help.