Owen & Tate, finally friends

     The Tuesday after Cami's graduation, I hosted a "thirty-one" party at our home.  My college roommate, Christina, came up with her son Owen as the consultant.  It took all night, but Tate and Owen finally warmed up to each other after all the crazy bag buying ladies left.  They took a quick bath together, as you can see below, Owen seemed happier than Tate about it.  Got their jammies on and talked about the traffic and weather.  It'll be fun to watch these kiddos grow up together.

So obviously, we can't tell what goes on in the minds of babes, but wouldn't that be the best invention ever? Some type of translator for their babble.  But since we don't have such a device, we have to imagine.  So after taking these few shots, this is what I imagine their conversation went like:

Tate:  So, like I was telling you in the tub, if we try to push on this door really hard, maybe we can get out of here!

Tate: Push really hard with your hands. . .
Owen:  You mean like this?
Tate:  Yeah, feet too!

Owen:  Wait, wait, wait. . . if we get out of here, we don't get milk before bedtime.

Tate:  Ah crap!  I forgot about the milk.  Man!
Owen:  It's ok Tate, we'll try again another day.



If anyone else had any comments or "conversations" they imagine, I'd love to hear them.  Especially from Christina.