Owen Is So Screwed

Owen is so screwed.

Last night I was sitting in the media room half watching tv with Ernie and Owen. Leo was upstairs computering or training or whatever he does. I got the o.k. to go ahead and post the Go Fund Me for Matt and DeDe Farrell. I had written it earlier but I pulled it up to read over and proof. I asked Ernie and Owen if they would look at it as I am a notoriously poor proofreader. Owen took it first and he sat there and read it over and started suggesting edits. "I think you're repeating yourself here Mom." "This sounds funny, maybe if you said 'but' and made it into one sentence." "I think you used that word too many times." I made the suggested changes and then he gave me another round of critiques. Eventually I passed it on to Ernie. He had read my first draft earlier. He read over the edited version and said, "Babe,  you know what? It really sounds better."

Geesh.

I looked at Owen and said, "NEXT time you try to tell me you can't get an A in Writing...."

He looked stricken and pleased at the same time, and said, "whoops" with a guilty smile.

My sweet pea. My sweet, sneaky, sweet pea.

In honor of throwback Thursday I guess, or maybe just because I'm feeling fond of them....