I was wearing a striped sweater today, and Owen walked up to me and pointed towards my chest at a purple stripe. "Mama, you got an 'O' for 'Owie'!"
I looked down, expecting to see a circle of spit up or a stray sticker. Nothing. "What, Owen?"
He traced his finger around my back to my shoulder blade, along the purple stripe. "You have an 'O' for 'Owie'!"
Then he stepped back and looked me up and down. He burst into a grin and literally jumped with glee, clapping: "LOTS of 'Os' for 'Owie'!"
I love you, Owen, and I will think of you everytime I wear 'Os for Owie'!
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