Heard around the house. The Rowan version.

Me: “Who spilled granola all over the floor?”

Rowan: “My do it!” (then, after more consideration) “No me do it!”


And, another common breakfast conversation:

Liam: “Rowan, do you want raisins in your oatmeal?”

Rowan: “Yep.”

Liam: “And syrup and yogurt?”

Rowan: “Yep. But no mix it up it, daddy. No mix it up it.”

Liam: “Nope. I won’t mix it up it.”


Me: “Rowan, stop picking your lip.”

Rowan: “I not.”

Me: “And please put on your shoes.”

Rowan: “I mam. I mam putting on my shoes.”

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