Life With Owen and Erica

So I am looking across the room and see these tube things.

Me: what is that?

Owen without missing a beat: looks like the skin from a millipede, (wiggling his fingers) can't you see the little legs

Me: O, gross

So Erica and I are at Target looking for orange shirts. At awana Sunday night is "Orange you blessed" and we all need orange shirts. I find them for everyone but me.

Me: Oh! Finally an orange shirt!

Erica: Orange you glad?!