Celebrating the Savage, Hilarious, Disgusting and Adorable World of Little Boys

Why do I think Spielberg used to have conversations like this with himself?

Milo, speaking to himself in the back of the car: “Seth… that’s a weird name. Seth, Seth, Seth… Seth, the EVIL CHILD of DOOM.”

[Pause.]

Milo: “No, that’s a bad name.”

Me: “You think Seth, the Evil Child of Doom is a bad name? I’m surprised.”

Milo: “No, Poopy Bum Baby Butt is a bad name. Seth the Evil Child of Doom is a GREAT name.”

Not quite sure the kisses would make up for it

Morris: “I’m strong.”

Me: “Yes, you are.”

Morris: “I can lift the house up.”

Me: “You can?”

Morris: “Yep… Mommy, can you help me?”

Me: “Help you what?”

Morris: “Lift the house up.”

Me: “I don’t know, sweetie. The house is pretty big.”

Morris: “And then it would fall and you would say, ow! It hurt! Then I would kiss you and you would feel all better. Okay?”

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