Glad he didn’t say Uranus
Milo: “Mom, I have the power to throw you into a different universe.”
Me: “Oh? And what universe are you going to throw me into?”
Milo: “Mars.”
Posts Tagged: Milo – 5 years old
Clearly not a future member of the Wayans brothers fan club
Milo: “Do you know what’s a bad name for a movie? ‘Scary Robot Movie.'”
Me: “I don’t know, I can see that doing well with a certain demographic. Morris, do you want to see ‘Scary Robot Movie?'”
Morris: “Yeah!”
Milo: “Nope. It’s bad.”
Me: “Why, because it’s too obvious?”
Milo: “Yeah.”
Me: “Do you even know what obvious means?”
Milo: “Nope… Does it mean ‘really lame?’ Cuz I know what THAT means.”
You always need an exit strategy
Milo: “If a frog ate me, I’d just punch him in the stomach. I’d punch him IN the stomach. Even if it was slimy.”
We assume this was directed to Mr Freeze
Overheard from the living room, where Milo is playing Lego Batman: “Think you’re cool? Oh yeah? You’re barely cool, ya butt cheek.”
I think he was hoping for a different answer
Heard from outside…
Milo: “Hey, Morris! You wanna play ‘stab the Morris?'”
Morris: “NO.”
Honesty is the best policy
Milo: “You look happy.”
Me: “I am! I just had a meeting with some great new clients and I’m so excited to be helping them with their website because they give local artists more exposure for their work, and that’s what I want to be doing, too.”
Milo: “I’m with you, Mom! Even though it’s totally boring and I don’t really know what you’re talking about, I’m with you.”
Mr. Literal
Milo: “Mom, wouldn’t it be mean if a babysitter actually sat on a baby? That would be so weird! And if the baby was only one month old… whoa!”
… And in the Darkness bind us
Milo: “Mom, look at the script I wrote!”
Me, glancing down at the sheaf of ink-covered papers he’s given me. “Don’t you mean, ‘look at the script I stamped?’”
Milo: “No, I wrote it in secret code so the Devil Masters can’t read it! Only the all-powerful Power Masters can read it. And we can use its magic to RULE YOU ALL!
Somehow I think that would be the least of our problems
Morris: “Mommy, I’m glad Daddy’s not dead.”
Me: “Me too, honey.”
Rob: “Me too!”
Morris: “If Daddy died, he would be a zombie.”
Milo: “Yeah, and all he’d ever make for dinner would be brain soup. And we’d be all, ‘bleaaaah!’ whenever he tried to make us eat it.”
Morris: “Brain soup isn’t good for me! I like apple poop. Uh huh! Apple poop is very, VERY good for me.”
I bet dinner dates would be awkward
Milo: “Mom, if you were a mouth without a body, and you were eating, then you’d go chew chew chew gulp and then the food would just fall out. And it would be poo. Yep, chew and poo, that’s what you’d do.”
