With Owen

Since Owen is up before 7 AM this morning he is sitting on my lap and helping me to write this blog. So I'll ask him some questions.
R: Owen, why is the eraser on another one of my mechanical pencils missing?
O: <Holds his Curious George and looks bleary-eyed.>
R: Mommy tells me that all afternoon yesterday James was hiding under my desk and you were standing on my desk chair going through things you aren't supposed to, like old coffee mugs, paperwork, and Daddy-books.
O: No!
R: What are we going to do today?
O: <points at my books>
R: Are you going to go see baby Olivia?
O: <points at desk light>
R: <turns off desk light>
O: Dah-duh.
R: How did you sleep?
O: <ignores me, tries to touch laptop screen repeatedly>
R: Should we get James up soon?
O: No, dah-duh!
R: This isn't a particularly memorable conversation.
O: Dah-zhun! Noo!