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Similarities, By Owlet

"This flower smells so good, it smells like NAIL POLISH" "Oh yeah, I'm scared of sharks too. But the one I hate the most are lions, when they tap on your window." "I wouldn't want to live near a volcano, it's so hot, it can melt ice. Or your head. Or this HOUSE. Or those bananas." *seeing some guy in a gym pumping iron* "Wow, he's so strong, I bet you he can lift a SWORD!"

Film Reactions

There have been little tidbits of life that hardly warrant an entire post, so I've jammed two of them together to make one relatively anemic one! Both Owlet and Owl Jr. have had pretty newish reactions to films in the past few months. From Owl Jr. it was honest surprise/anguish/fear, from watching (of all things) That Unintentionaly Horrifying Motion Capture Christmas Abomination known as 'The Polar Express'. There was a spider, or something. I wasn't really paying attention to the movie, I was off in the corner, reading my book, trying to avoid any and all small talk. But suddenly there comes a high pitched scream juust below the pitch of a smoke alarm. I run over, and there is Owl Jr. hands to the face, emitting a tone and sound I have never heard. I haven't heard it since, which is probably a good thing. I pick him up, and he calms down, but it was astonishing, to hear an brand new emotion from that little 2 year old. Actually, now that I think of it, it wa

Cool Hand Owl Jr.

Owl Jr. is a thoughtful little three year old. The sort who will stare at his train or his Lightning McQueen while making engines sounds of questionable veracity. Or stand by the sink,pushing his Thomas Train through the slowly trickling water for what seems like hours. A rich inner life. He's also his own little boy. Pugnacity, iron will, steely determination are not whimsical descriptions when he has his mind set. "Owl Jr, finish your mac and cheese,and then you can have this caramel popcorn" "No." "Come on Owl Jr. All this popcorn, you know you like it." "I don't want it." "I'm going to eat it. It looks soo delicious" (this is a standard tactic at which Owlet would break Kenmore on day 366 of it's 1 year warranty) "Ok. Eat it." "Ok.. What?" "Eat it. Eat popcorn." I look with not a small amount of uncertainty at the pile of multi-coloured .. bits.. of.. what I'm assured u