Owenism

Just now...in the bathroom. Boys are in the tub, I'm blowdrying my hair.

Owen has the washcloth spread out in the tub, snaking it around, making it splash.

Owen: It's a stingray! Watchout!

A.J.: (squeals)

Owen: It's my stingray mama! He's FAST!

Me: Oooh...he looks scary.

Owen: yeah, he's a scary stingray!

Owen wads up the "stingray" into a ball.

Owen: No....it's not a stingray, it's a cottonball.

Me: A cottonball??

Owen: No...not a cottonball, a tumbleweed.

Me: Why is there a tumbleweed in the ocean??

Owen: Because it's on vacation.

Of course.