Finally, I had the energy to wash the refried beans off the kitchen window and the dog schmertz off the back door. Myles helped the best way he knows how. (See photo.)Sneezing this morning five times. One right after the other. After the second ker-choo he smiled up and asked, "Moh? Moh?"
In the past couple weeks he's begun comparing and contrasting. Things he has learned:
Dogs don't brush their teeth, but they do blink.
Everyone he knows has a butt, but lawnmowers don't.
Helicopters are way better than single prop airplanes.
From the back seat of the car I hear, "BIIIIIIG TRUCK! tiny truck. BIIIIG BUS! tiny bus."
But today it was, "Uncle [Gareth] tiny butt. Daddy tiny butt. Mama BIIIIIG butt!" Thanks, kid.
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