Setting: The car
Owen: Rrrr. I mad at you.
Me: Why? What did I do?
Owen: I not talking to you, Mama.
Me: Oh, who are you talking to?
Owen: The Frog.
Me: Oh. (Frog? What frog?)
Owen: Frog! Get out of my froat! Right now!
I think Owen is as tired of his cold as I am...