We were making pie from the apples he picked on the field trip this week.
Miles caught himself licking his fingers. He trotted to the sink.
"I'm washing my hands to get off the germs in case a friend has some of that pie. I am a lot more precious about germs."
I twisted my smile back to a neutral line.
Yes you are precious, Miles. I tell him so, and then I define conscious and precious.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Thursday, September 08, 2011
Three of my favorite Miles Quotes of Summer 2011:
"FBI! Initials!" Miles shouts this after springing through a doorway and stopping abruptly. I can almost see Alonzo Mosely's ID wallet in his hands.
***
"Oh look, a perry chicker! " Miles alerts us from his car seat. Charlie, next to him repeats perry chickah faintly as he scans the horizon. Through my windshield I see a hard-hatted electrician repairing a power line high in the trees. I ask my six-year-old son to try again. After a beat, he shouts "Cherry Picker!"
***
"Charlie, rub your penis on the bed, it feels awesome!"
"FBI! Initials!" Miles shouts this after springing through a doorway and stopping abruptly. I can almost see Alonzo Mosely's ID wallet in his hands.
***
"Oh look, a perry chicker! " Miles alerts us from his car seat. Charlie, next to him repeats perry chickah faintly as he scans the horizon. Through my windshield I see a hard-hatted electrician repairing a power line high in the trees. I ask my six-year-old son to try again. After a beat, he shouts "Cherry Picker!"
***
"Charlie, rub your penis on the bed, it feels awesome!"
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