moral: don't race with your eyes closed

after breakfast this morning owen was peering under the couch where he spied his long-lost DHL airplane. after failed attempts to sweep it out with a library book we had to do a major rescue attempt and move the couch--aka the airport (now, the couch is john wayne santa ana airport and the reading chair is usually chicago or stockholm and the armoire is the jumbo jet holding area).

we found, along with the DHL plane: one red lego, one cars red ramone, the top of a cars stanley statue, a piece of popcorn, a half-chewed rawhide belonging to molly dog, and the plastic covers of two juice box straws. owen looks at the stash, looks at me, and then matter-of-factly says:

ooooh. mom. i KNOW what happened! DHL went under the couch to get Red Ramone and Red Ramone went under the couch because his driver was closing his eyes in the big race and crashed under there and Stanley went under the couch because Red Ramone's driver pushed Stanley there. And Molly dog put her chewy bone down and Papa wasn't being silly but he was doing magic and it rolled under the couch. And that's how it got under there.