Ma! I just touched Charlie's pimples!
Nipples, Miles. Although they look like pimples.

You have sparkles on your face in summer! See in this picture of you!
Say it again, Miles?
Um, sprinkles? Brown spots?
Do you mean freckles?
Yes!

On our travels through Massachusetts today,
we stopped and stocked up on groceries
at Trader Joe's.
While pushing his kiddy-size shopping cart,
Miles invoked the name of one of my dearest friends.
"Is the name of this store Mary Jo's?"

Miles of Bed Time Stories

I was in bed, writing in my journal, when Miles approached me and requested,
"Can you write about what I not did today?"
I took dictation as fast as I could.

I go fishing, I fell on a rock and I got my head like a boo-boo.
I went on a hike with Angela. I saw a bear and I runned.
A shark tried to kill me and he got me. Somebody like a fisherman hit me in the face. Then a swordfish got me in the butt.
I fell in the ocean and I drowned and drowned, then some lobsters fly me in the sky and I called the seagulls and they ate the lobsters. Then other lobsters catch me and take me safe to shore.
Then a dinosaur, a T-rex, shot fire at me and hit me in the eye, YIKES.
Then a dragon bit off my arm. A baby dragon tried to pull his mommy dragon off me.
Then the baby said, "Live with me" and we happy after end.

We saw a guy on TV who had some serious body art on his biceps.
Miles said, "I like that man's stamp-toos."