Mama, Where are you?

Tracy and I are sick right now.  Very sick.  We both slept all day yesterday.  I turned off my alarm this morning.  Rhys came in, as usual, curled up with Tracy and, not as usual, fell back to sleep.

At 0715 I heard Owyn's door open and close.  Both boys close their doors to keep the cats out.  Owyn walked out into the hallway and, clear as a bell, said "Mama, Where are you?" 

This was not only quite funny, but also something of a milestone.  It is a good sentence.  It was very clear, no slurring or blurring or leaving off sounds.  It was something we have not been trying to teach him to say.  Tracy and I were both just laying there, amused.

"Mama, Where are you?"  "In here Owyn".  "Oh, OK."