Dreadlock Conversation -- This Time With Owen

One week ago I posted about a little "dreadlock conversation" I had with Kyle (click here for that post). Today, almost exactly one week later I'm posting about a little "dreadlock conversation" I had with Owen this morning. One of the things that is interesting about parenting twins (well, at least one of the things that is interesting about parenting our twins) is how close they are so often in terms of their individual development. Within one week's time both K & O have talked about their own dreadlocks (using the actual word dreadlocks) for the first time.

Background Info -- Last week I got a pair of new Dansko clogs for spring. The clogs are blue. Today I'm wearing the clogs. This morning Owen woke up first (he usually does), and I was cuddling with him on the couch in the playroom while he drank his beloved warm milk. Owen chugs milk -- always has. He chugs down the entire full 9 ounce sippy cup of milk in one fell swoop without ever taking his lips off the sippy cup spout. Then, as soon as he's taken the last gulp, he hands it to you and says, "I want more warm milk please?!" Lately, he has slightly modified his request -- When he's done with his first sippy cup full, he says, "I want FIVE more warm milks please?! FIVE. Not one more. Five more pppllllleeaaasse?!" Anyway... I diverge... So, we're sitting on the couch cuddling and he is about 2/3 of the way through his first sippy cup full of milk. Suddenly, in a totally uncharacteristic moment (he normally never stops drinking the milk until it is entirely gone), he pulls the sippy cup spout out of his mouth, leans forward, points to my shoes, and says~~~

Owen: Mommy, I love your shoes!
Heather: Thank you Owen!
O: Mommy, I love your new blue shoes! They are so pretty!
H: Oh, thank you Owen! That's so nice! Thank you!
O: And I love your pants!
H: Thanks Owen!
O: You're welcome.
H: Owen, I want to tell you something. I love your hair! It looks so good today.
O: Oh. Thank you.
H: I think your hair is beautiful.
O: [looking me right in the eye now] Yes, it is beautiful. My hair is beautiful.
H: Yes, it is!
O: Mommy, it is my dreadlocks. My dreadlocks are so beautiful.
H: Yes! Your dreadlocks! You have beautiful dreadlocks.
O: [pointing to his hair] Yes, I love these dreadlocks.

Then Owen picked up his milk, chugged the rest of it down, handed me the cup and said: "Mommy, more milk please? I want FIVE more warm milks please?! FIVE! Not one more. Five more pppllllleeaaasse?!"