Yesterday we were enjoying a nice, relaxing Sunday. We were all sitting on the couch in the TV room, just hanging out. Don started giving Owen hugs and kisses to which Owen said, “that’s irratarded!”

Don asked, “Do you mean ‘irritated’?”

“NO! IrraTARDED!” Owen stressed thru his teeth.

“What’s “irratarded’?” Don asked him, trying to get his goat.

Owen was playing with a Star Wars figure for a bit then he told Don that he should go to the “baffroom.”

“I don’t want to go to the bathroom,” Don told him.

“You have to look in the mirror!” Owen exclaimed.

“But I don’t like looking in the mirror,” Don retorted, this time smiling at the aggrivation in Owen’s voice.

“You have to go look in the baffroom mirror!!!” By now Owen is getting very stressed and tired of the come backs. I told Don to just go to the bathroom mirror and stop stressing Owen out.

So Don gets up, Owen follows with Perrin close behind. I stayed on the couch looking thru my magazine. I hear the bathroom light go on and then a BIG laugh!

Don comes back to tell me that Owen made him look in the mirror, then turned on the bathroom light, went to Don and told him:

“THAT’S irraTARDED!!” then left. We’re in for it, he’s only four!