Today Owen did a puzzle all by himself. And not only was it a fairly complex puzzle but the pieces of it were all mixed together in a box with three other puzzles. Okay, sure, all the puzzle pieces are coded on the bottom with little symbols to designate which puzzle they belonged to.
I do not want to tell you how long it took me to figure this out the day I "helped" him put one of these puzzles together. And even after you figure it out, there's a lot of sorting involved before you can even begin to fit the pieces together.
Here he is. My puzzle-doin' grandson, Owen. Three years old. With his puzzle. Which is one of those words that the more you think about it, the odder it becomes.
There is nothing odd about Owen. He is splendid.