One of those little moments

Earlier tonight I was feeling sort of mushy and sentimental toward my son. And when I tucked him into bed, I told him so. I said to him, "I love you so much, my heart feels full, so full it feels like it might burst with all that love."

He replied, "You should drink lots of fluids for that. And water. And milk."

Awww

Olive was petting our cat this morning. "Zadie my friend," she said.

"Oh yeah?" I said. "Who else is your friend?"

She poked Andrew and said "Daddy my friend."

Then she turned to me and said "Mommy my best friend."

Ohmygawwwd, my heart melted.

His first pun?

My darling son picks his nose. A lot. As you can imagine, this is a habit we would like to break. Which led to this little gem of a conversation:

Milo: (picking nose)
Me: Milo, stop picking your nose; that's gross.
Milo: (still picking nose) Mommy, I'm just a picky guy.

He can't stop being AWESOME

Milo continues to say hilarious, clever things. Case in point:

"Have you ever heard of a waffelo? It's a buffalo made out of waffles!"

No idea if he heard that somewhere or if he made it up. But he knew he was being funny when he told us. Love it.

Nice try

I asked the kids what they wanted for dinner. Milo said "Tacos!" Unexpected, but okay. Also, not going to happen due to the lack of one or all of the ingredients, but okay.

Then I asked again: "Olive, what do you think I should make for dinner?"

"Gokket!" she said very matter of factly.

"What? Gokket?" I said.

She nodded and repeated herself. "Gokket!"

"Ohhh," I said. "Chocolate? You want chocolate for dinner?"

"Ya," she said in that quick, clipped way of hers. She went back to playing. Her job there was done.

Chocolate for dinner... Ya, that's my girl.

Where?

Milo: We live in South America.
Me: Actually, we live in North America.
Milo: Well, it's a little southy.

What the what?

The other day, Milo said, "What the hake is THAT all about?" Totally imitating some adult, or some other kid imitating an adult. I had to ask him to clarify, because, seriously, what did you just say, child? He repeated it, again saying "hake" instead of "heck."

Andrew started to correct him, but I stopped him. I mean, if my kid is going to start saying something that is just a step away from "what the hell," I at least want him to say it wrong and have it be hilarious for awhile.

I'm just glad he isn't saying "What the fake."

Milo says...

I have the most awesome kid. He says these things that are so funny, so clever, so silly. And he knows he's being silly. I wish you could see his face as he says some of this stuff. He has this half smile, twinkling eyes. Like he's just waiting to see us laugh, and then laugh with us. I love it. Love him.

Some quotes from Milo from the last couple weeks:

"If your chin goes bouncing away, you should probably get a robot chin."

While eating dinner (including some apple slices): "Look, the apple dog is laying on my plate. He will eat your hair."

"I can't wear a construction hat right now. I'm playing, not working."

Completely randomly, also during dinner (where all the best conversations are had, really): "Guys, do you know who Mr. Shower is? Mr. Shower is a shower. You can take a shower in him. You climb into his belly and take a shower there."

Switcheroo

Milo: Hey, Daddy, tomorrow you're going to Miss Kristin's.
Daddy: What? I'm going to Miss Kristin's?
Milo: Yeah. And I'm going to work!

Quotable Milo

I turned on Wheel of Fortune tonight for a few minutes in a really lame attempt to entertain Milo and Olive with a big wheel and the alphabet. I thought maybe we could practice some letter recognition or something. And, okay, you caught me, I kind of like Wheel, too.

The show came back from commercial, the wheel was spun, and the letter board popped onto the screen.

"A princess," said Milo, clearly in awe.

"That's Vanna White," I said.

"Wow," said Milo.

He could not have cared less about the letters, but he adored the blond in the floaty yellow gown.