Bare feet? Not so much.

Owen and I were reading a book today. The picture showed three young boys playing in a stream, all with bare feet and pants rolled up to their knees. Owen said.. "Mommy, those boys have their clothes on in the water! Is that ok?" This is so cute because he has recently had the revelation that you can in fact leave the house barefoot. Being raised with me, he should know that under no circumstance do bare feet ever touch grass. Unfortunately, he's also being raised by his father who undoubtedly went the entire three months of summer in the Missouri heat, without a mere thought of shoes.

Yesterday, we were at the library. The guy at the counter checking out our books asked Owen how old he was.. Owen says, "Im two. Do you have a number?" Owen didnt know what to do with the response of "Yes, my number is 42". Not sure thats hes heard that number before.