Saturday, April 10, 2010


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!