Milo: “Hey, little Mor-baby, Mor-baby, Mor-baby.”
Morris: “No! Don’t call me that!”
Milo: “How about Mor-toddler, then?”
Morris: “No!”
Milo: “How about Mor-boy?”
Morris: “NO!”
Me: “How about Mor-ris?”
Morris: “NO!!!”
Me: “Well, if we can’t call you Morris, what should we call you?”
Milo: “How about Spike Dude?”
Morris: “Yeah!”
Overheard from downstairs…
Milo: “Hey, Morris, you want to come read a book with me?”
Morris: “Okay!”
Milo: “Okay, come on, let’s go read a book.”
Morris launches himself off the couch to jump on Milo.
Milo: “Ahhhh, this is a good old time, just like the old days.”
Overheard from downstairs…
Milo: “You’re not the boss of me.”
Morris: “Yes, I am.”
Milo: “No, you’re not! I’m your older brother. I’m the boss of you!”
Morris: “NO YOU’RE NOT! I’M BOSS OF YOU!”
Milo: “No! That’s not the way it works!”
Morris: “YES, IT IS! I’M BOSS OF YOU!”
Milo: “No, you’re NOT!”
Morris: “You want a piece of me?”
Milo: “Sure. You want a piece of me?”
Morris: “Yeah!”
… Giggles ensue.
Overheard from downstairs:
Milo, speaking as a robot: “I – LOVE – YOU – MORRIS.”
Morris: “I – LOVE – YOU – TOO – MILO. ROBOT! ROBOT! ROBOT!”
Just overheard from upstairs:
Milo, to Morris: “*I* wear underwear. YOU wear a diaper. Diapers are babyish. Underwear is MANLY.”
Overheard coming from outside…
Milo: “WHAT DO YOU WANT, O GREAT AND POWERFUL BABY?”
Morris: “Pump it up!”
Milo, to Morris at the breakfast table: “Lick away, my little sturdy friend.”
Morris, while watching Milo playing a game building robots on my computer: “OH! YEAH! A-HA! HA! COOL! OH YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! DO IT AGAIN, MILO!”
