Carl Sagan would be proud
Milo: “Morris, you’re the nicest Morris in the entire universe. And in the entire multiverse, too.”
Posts Tagged: Milo – 5 years old
A spike dude by any other name…
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!”
Weapons are in the eye of the beholder
Milo comes running into the house. “Mom! Mom! Abby gave me tons of crossbows!”
Me: “Oh, really?”
Milo: “Yeah! Look!” He holds out a large bunch of multicoloured plastic clothes hangers.
Me: “Um, those are hangers.”
Milo: “Well, *I* call them crossbows. Fip–PWING!”
My heart just exploded
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.”
You’re only 5, dude
Morris launches himself off the couch to jump on Milo.
Milo: “Ahhhh, this is a good old time, just like the old days.”
The geek gene was hardwired into his DNA
Milo sees a guy on TV wearing nothing but a chainmail vest. “That can’t be very warm.”
Me: “No, but if someone hits him it’s really going to hurt their hands because they’d be hitting metal. And it won’t hurt him so much because the metal will absorb the blow.”
Milo: “Yeah. That’s why it doesn’t hurt Superman when people hit him—because he’s the Man of Steel.”
The perils of living in the country
At the dinner table…
Morris spoons a pile of pico gallo (rice and black beans) into his mouth, makes a face, and spits it back on to his plate.
Milo: “No, Morris, no! They’re beans, Morris! Beans!” He turns to me. “He thinks they’re deer poop.”
Uh… should we be worried?
Milo: “Rockabye baby, in the tree top, first I will chainsaw you, then you will die.”
Milo & Morris: Who Says Stuffies are for Babies?
Milo: “Okay mom, I have Flip Bear. You have Ninja Turtle.”
Morris: “Nooooo! I want Ninja Turtle.”
Me: “Sounds like Morris wants it more than I do, Milo.”
Milo, running upstairs. “Okay — I’ll get you something else.” He stops halfway up the stairs. “Mom? Do you want Stabber Bunny?”
Me: “Sure. I’ll take Stabber Bunny.”
Milo: “Actually, his name is Electricity Ear. Because he can shoot bolts of electricity out of his ears. And if he shoots you with them then you’re dead a thousand and a billion times over.”
Me: “Well, okay then.”
They could have just bribed me with dessert
Milo, pointing his fork at me at the dinner table: “Ultra-power level blaster! Pew pew pew!”
I pretend to die.
Milo: “You’re alive!”
I open my eyes.
Morris: “You’re dead.”
I close my eyes.
Milo: “You’re alive!”
I open my eyes.
Morris: “You’re dead.”
I close my eyes.
Milo: “ALIVE!”
I open my eyes.
Morris: “DEAD!”
I close my eyes.
Milo: “ALIVE!!!”
I open my eyes.
Morris: “DEAD!!!”
Me: “Ouch! Too much shouting! I don’t want to play this game any more, it’s hurting my ears.”
Milo: “I was just trying to get you to eat your lasagna.”
Morris: “Yeah, missy! Eat your dinner!”
