Day 52 - Three Things About Each

Ethan:

Today, I have the distinct pleasure of driving a Minivan about town...It's not my choice, of course, but it's necessary in light of Owen going Hercules on my seat belt.

What can you do? I already beat him for it once...

(Hey, "child safety" sticklers...I'm kidding.)

Anyway, on the way to this exercise class Ethan attends, I have Ethan in the back row, Summer & Owen in the middle and me up front looking exceptionally cool.

As I jam out to Foreigner's "Urgent" I notice his head is down so I check to see if he's awake.

"Ethan..."

No response.

"Hey Ethan what are you doing?"

Nada.

(Owen joins me on this attempt)

"ETHAN!"

He finally replies...

"WHAT?!"

So I naturally ask him the following

"What are you doing?"

He yells back

"GOOD!" with a giant smile.

Summer:

Currently, Summer hasn't done much of anything other than wear what is probably the coolest t-shirt she has EVER worn...It says "I tried to be sweet but I got bored"

I love it. It's perfect for her.

Other than that her big move today was to get into this game with Owen where they'd call each other a silly name (like "bear bird" or something weird and random) and then they would laugh hysterically.

The biggest laugh came when Owen threw "poop head" out...The big laughs only got bigger because I joined in.

And then after laughing her little ham hock thighs off...She flipped the script and tried to tattle on him. Seriously.

She is SUCH a woman it's not even right.

Owen:

I have a wedding to attend this weekend...and I'm pretty friggin excited (even though I will be going sans date as I anticipated a bevy of single girls attending only to find out there are two quasi-single girls which makes me pretty mad I didn't do recon work until AFTER I sent in my "rolling solo" card...) Anyway, I needed to get some shirts cleaned so we hit up the dry cleaners after dropping off Ethan.

Owen didn't want to go in...Thus, Summer did not want to go in. Because I walk in and drop the clothes off and come right back out I saw no problem with leaving them be. Naturally, I explained that they were to stay in their assigned seats and not touch anything. They did not listen.

Well, Owen did not listen.

Right after I told the guy behind the counter that I would like starch on one shirt and no starch on the rest, I hear the car's panic alarm going off.

Following instruction, I panic...

Turns out Owen started jamming on the Lock/Unlock button causing the Minivan powers that be to let everyone know something was amiss...

Thanks a LOT Owen.