Owen was driving a little toy fire truck on Daddy's leg this morning. Here is the conversation that they had:
Owen: Here comes a fire truck. *continues to drive across daddy's lap*
Owen: Ccsshhh. *fire truck stops driving* Oh no! The fire truck had diarrhea!
Daddy: Diarrhea??
Owen: *laughs at himself because he realized what he'd said*
Owen: Not diarrhea. A flat tire. *continues laughing at himself*
Aaron and I couldn't stop laughing either!
