Owen is a little full of himself. I had enough one day and told him he couldn't say another word until he thought of something that didn't involve telling me about how wonderful he is. It took him 4 or 5 tries before he came up with this, and it still didn't quite meet the criteria.
Owen: Do you know what "you're hot" means?
Mommy: Yes, do you?
Owen: It doesn't mean the weather.
It took a while, but he finally admitted that a first grade girl told him he was hot, meaning he was cute, and he said it back to her.
Everything starts so young!
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