In true party pooper fashion, both of my housemates fell asleep well in advance of midnight tonight. Still, Miles was fighting to make it to midnight but was just too dang loopy for us to keep dealing with.
Although we had no choice but to put him to bed, I still tried to keep Miles’s interest in New Year’s Day alive in the hours before the ball dropped. “So,” I began as we were lying in bed together, “what are your New Year’s resolutions? Do you know what that means?”
“I don’t know,” Miles admitted.
“Well, a New Year’s resolution is like a promise we make to ourselves for the next year. It could be working out more, or eating healthier, or watching more movies, or helping people…just something that makes us better people.”
“Oh,” Miles said. He thought for a moment, then said, “I want to watch movies and eat snacks.”
“Of course,” I said.
“And help people,” he added.
“Oh, that’s nice! How do you want to help them?”
“I want to help them go fishing,” Miles concluded. “Because I like fishing.”
In other news, my own New Year’s resolution is now “take Miles fishing more often.”
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