miles
August 10th, 2011
Miles: hey oz, did you decide what you’re gonna name your bug? You could call it fly-do!
Seriously. The kid is 5.
Miles: hey oz, did you decide what you’re gonna name your bug? You could call it fly-do!
Seriously. The kid is 5.
(after picking up lucy from dog camp)
miles: dad, you let a fly in the van! it must want us to be its owners. too bad we don’t have a bug collar! maybe we could get one from the bug store.
Miles: dada, I love you so much I never want you to die!
Me: miles, I love you so much I never want you to die either!
Oz: but people die!!
Oz (after two roadside pees in five minutes): I had to double pee cuz I dranked alotta double stuffs today!
(last night, talking about why the boys sleep through the alarm but it wakes me up)
miles: yeah, but one time we were both awake and there you were, Sleeping Gorgeous…
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at school miles class has an estimation jar. the teachers fill it with buttons or marshmallows or cotton balls or pens and then the kids all guess how many whatevers are in the jar and the teachers write down the guesses and circle the closest one, wahoo.
last night in the bath, miles filled a bottle with water and said, “let’s guess how many water are in this jar!”
i guessed 53. in a slightly condescending but gentle voice miles said, “that’s kind of a large number, let’s try to think of a smaller number.”