I've written previously about Miles's propensity for requesting back rubs, a trait that is very obviously encoded in his genetics. But where once he merely asked for such a service, he now issues demands. "I say rub me!" he ordered the other night as I was preparing to leave his bedroom. Taken aback by his … Continue reading Year 3, Day 274
"Mommy! I need five dollars!" - Miles, upon waking up this morning
This evening, Miles marched into the kitchen. "I want to go in the ice cream shop," he declared in no uncertain terms. "Who said anything about getting ice cream?" I asked. "MILES," he answered. ...we did not go to the ice cream shop.
Miles has come to accept that the first order of business every morning after getting out of bed is to hit the potty. What we've had to learn to accept, meanwhile, is that it's less like a bathroom trip and more like an early morning board meeting. One-by-one, Miles will insist on bringing along all … Continue reading Year 3, Day 232
How do I know when my son means business? When the sound of his voice yelling, "I need juice, BRIAN!" comes from the kitchen.
Before Miles agreed to brush his teeth this morning, he had to first assemble a myriad court to accompany him. And it wasn't enough to simply have them in the bathroom -- I tried to place them on the toilet seat, and Miles became deeply incensed, refusing to proceed until they were next to him … Continue reading Year 2, Day 300
In the world of celebrities, a rider is a proviso -- often excessive and ridiculous -- that facilities have to provide during tours, filming, etc. Some famous examples include Beyoncé insisting her dressing room be kept at 78 degrees, Drake requesting 48 incense sticks, or Eminem's six Lunchables (?) at every tour stop. I bring … Continue reading Year 2, Day 154