...a short word for gas. That's what Owen told me and continues to insist is true, despite the fact that I repeatedly point out to him that gas is a much smaller word than gasoline.
I think it might somehow be related to the way he thinks anything brown is old. When Riley was a baby Owen had a Britax Marathon car seat that was blue. As Ry started outgrowing his infant carrier, we bought a Britax Regent for Owen to move into so we could put Ry in the Marathon. To this day, Owen still refers to his NEW brown Regent as his "old car seat." And heaven forbid if you grill hot dogs and they actually have (are you ready???) grill marks on them. Goodness knows he doesn't want an "old" hot dog.
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