Updates

I.
James' birthday is Monday. He received some birthday cards in the mail yesterday and decided that he would wait to open them until his actual birthday. Then he decided that he wanted to open them right away, after all. But then when I wouldn't let him, he said it was okay to wait until Monday, but was Monday the next day?
"No," I told him "tomorrow is Saturday, and then Sunday, and then Monday is after that."
"I know. But I wish it was next day."
While we were all apart last weekend I wrote him a letter and told him that he was going to get a special surprise for his birthday. He's been asking about this surprise a lot.
"I can't wait to get a present for my birthday!" he says
Owen says: "Me toooo!!!"

II.
"Owen, how old are you?"
"DTWO!!!"
"That's right, you're two years old now!"
"Yeah, dtwo! 'Ow you, Mahmmy?"
"How old am I? How old do you think I am, Owen?"
"Fahv!"
"Oh, you think I'm five?"
"Yeah."
"Owen, how old is Daddy?"
"Uhh...Fahv!!!"
"Oh, okay."
"What about James, how old is James?"
<Owen looks at James>
"Demsh i' DTWO!!!"
"He's not two, you goofball."
"Owen, I'm not two!"
"Yeah, Demsh DTWO!"
"Owen, how old are you?"
"Ah'm FAHV!"

III.
James came down the stairs this morning carrying a dump truck. Inside the dump truck were George, Steven, and a toy garbage truck.
"Mommy, I need some breakfast."
"Remember your manners, James."
"Mommy, I--OHH NOOO!!!!!"
He put the dump truck down and bent over, discovering a hole in the toe of his right sock.
"Mommy, can you get another sock for me?"
"I'm getting Owen breakfast, go get one from your dresser."
"But I need you to get for me!"
"You can do it, James. You know where your socks are."
"Daddy, can you get me a sock."
"You heard Mommy, just go get one from your dresser."
"But if I step on the wood floor--" <begins to cry>--my FEET are going to get COLD!!"
<Collapses on the carpet beside his dump truck and begins wailing in earnest.>
"PLEASE, Mommy, PLEASE go get me a sock!"
"Go upstairs and get one. Just go quick!"
"I NEED YOU TO DO IT!"
"James, just go over to the pantry and grab one from the mismatch bin if you don't want to go upstairs."
"But my feet will get cold that way TOO!"
"Well, looks like your feet may need to get cold."
"I am so HUNGRY for breakfast."
<cries, briefly stops, looks up to see if anyone is paying attention, resumes crying>
<eventually stops crying, picks up dump truck, loads in George, Steven, and garbage truck, walks upstairs>
<comes back downstairs still carrying the toys, wearing a new sock>