"No Dad! Your stick is a trumpet and mine is a guitar! No...give me yours! I want 'em both!"
The look of a child who has just been told that he can't just wail on me with a pole over and over: We spent a little time outside this evening, enjoying the last moments of sunlight (and one of the last nights we'll have a spacious backyard for a while). And while Miles insisted … Continue reading Year 4, Day 13
Every time Miles wants to have a stick fight, he always graciously finds sticks for both of us. And yes, mine is always about five inches long vs. his 1-2 foot-long choices. Did I mention he gets two?
This child showed up outside my window as I was wrapping up my work day. Clearly, he's up to no good. The beanie, the sticks...he's about to start trouble.
Last night, our neighbor delivered a cryptic warning as we stood around chatting: "You...uh...might find some golf balls in your backyard." Well I took Miles outside a little bit before dinner tonight, and find the golf balls he did. He then insisted on finding the "stick" used to hit them. And while he didn't have … Continue reading Year 3, Day 170
Me: "Miles! Show me what you've got in your hands!" Miles: Me: "...okay. Could you...smile?" Miles:
Forget everything I said about compassion and friendliness yesterday -- MILES HAS DISCOVERED STICKS.