Owen is at the hilarious stage that if he can't see you, then you must not see him. He often poses the question "where Owen go?" One night we looked over and he just had a bucket on his head. not sure where he got the idea, but pretty funny in my book. Love him.
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Robert told me a story about Saturday night at Brooke's.
"I was sitting there and all of a sudden I heard this little voice start singing 'I poooooed my paaaaaants' Owen was laying behind my chair on his back, waiting for someone to pick him up and go change him!"
Hahahahahaah!!!! He is so your's and Steve's child.
You two sing your words quite well. "Thomas"
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