In which our son channels Johnny Carson.
In case you're wondering, yes, we have only taken one picture of our son since August 27. And while this seems unthinkable by Owen standards, it is about two pictures more than were taken of me at this age over the same time frame.
At any rate, on such a sad date, and given how long it's been since last we made a journal entry, it seemed fitting to jot a quick note on the boy's progress.
Everyone who meets Owen can't believe someone so young could talk so much and with such an advanced vocabulary.
"It must be nice that he can express himself so easily to you," said one father we met at the park.
"You hear 'no' a lot," I told him.
But beyond "no," Owen's developed a real sense of empathy. He can't hear a sad song or lullaby without bursting into tears. In fact, we've had to hide the movie Toy Story because Owen weeps at the scene where Buzz Lightyear discovers he isn't real.
"Buzz sad," we heard over and over again. "He's a toy."
Fortunately, the emotional range isn't one-sided. Owen has also discovered jokes. Rapping enthusiastically on my head he asks:
"Knock! Knock! Who's there? I don't know!"
It's hysterical.
