Matt and I have noticed that some of Owen's most profound thoughts have come when he's been sitting on the toilet...maybe that's common, genetic, or just the nature of a 4-year old sitting still long enough to contemplate the fleeting thoughts in his mind.
This morning's gem: "Hey, Dad, what is triple?"
Dad: "Three."
Owen: "What is double?"
Dad: "Two"
Owen: "What's wicked?"
Dad: "That can be as many as you want."
Owen: "No, it's five."
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