This week Owen's obsession is art.
He takes pieces of paper, folds them up really tiny, and then draws people on them.
People with tubies.
His self portrait:
(He cried because he couldn't get the hands right. I don't see the problem?)
(The tubie is the small circle underneath his chest.)
And this morning, he said, "Mommy, I'm going to tell you a story. It's called The Man with the Tube."
Me: Great! I love to hear stories.
He pointed to the guy on the left.
"There was a man with a tube."
Me: Well, then what happened?"
Owen: Nothing. That is the story.
Me: Oh ummmmmm okay. I love it but the man looks sad. Is he sad because he has a tube?
Owen: No. He's sad because his tube can't reach his milk.
Me: Oh. That would be sad.