I'm outta here

Owen would stay outside all day if you let him. Mosquitoes the size of your head mean nothing to him.

His new favorite is zipping around the yard on his quad.



The problem the other day was that he suffered from selective hearing. The closer he got to the road, the less he seemed to be able to hear.



I should've taken a picture of the fit that he threw when I made him turn around and go back to the house.





That look clearly means "screw you, mom". He's probably plotting his next escape.

Instead they were banned to the backyard.