"I just finished reading the Carboose Mystery!"
"You mean the Caboose Mystery?"
"No, it's a Carboose."
"It's pronounced 'caboose.'"
"No it isn't. It's CARboose. Caboose wouldn't make any sense."
"Owen, I'm pretty sure it's caboose. Read it again. Spell it out."
"Dad, I already READ it." <picks up the book> "C-A-B....it's a carboose."
"Do you hear how you're pronouncing with an 'r' sound, but there--"
"DAD! I'm telling you..." <walks away exasperatedly>
"Dad, can we get out the blocks from the basement?"
"No, not right now."
"How about now?"
"It's going to be a bit, Owen, I'm in the--"
"How about now?"
"Owen. I'm doing church work and..."
"What about now? Can we get them out yet?"
"Ask me again this afternoon."
<5 seconds later>
"Is it the afternoon now?"
<After retrieving a book that he wanted from downstairs while J was in the middle of a work call>
"I was as quiet as a whispering duck."
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