Owen had his first ice cream sandwich Saturday.
Owen asks me A LOT of questions. Sometimes when we are in the car I have to tell him I'm putting myself in time-out and won't be able to talk for a while. Otherwise I fear I might drive us into a ditch - out of exasperation, a lack of concentration or both.
But Owen is a toddler, so the news that the majority of his sentences begin with the dreaded 'W' word is not very blogworthy. So here's what is: I've discovered a single word that will answer at least 50% of those questions.
Why Owen fall down, Mommy?
Mommy, why Owen ball go off table?
Why it rain, Mommy?
Why you put on make-up?
Why Mommy tie that over her swimsuit?
Thank you Sir Isaac Newton.