Up until now, Owen has mostly been a pretty agreeable little guy. The other day, however, when he came home from playing with the Duke of Wellington (Owen has a time machine, you see), I didn't like his attitude one bit. He demanded Grey Poupon with everything - to an irrational degree. I mean, Grey Poupon and bananas, what's with that? Further, he kept on calling Carrie and me commoners and spent two whole days with this look on his face:
I have half a mind to unplug his time machine.
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That should teach you not to serve him soggy teething crumpets.
Love, Dad-Happy Grandpa
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