The Walking Dead Care Not for Your Foolish Questions
Milo: “Knock knock.”
Me: “Who’s there?”
Milo: “Zombie.”
Me: “Zombie who?”
Milo: “I’M GOING TO EAT YOUR EYEBALLS AND YOUR BRAINS.”
Posts Tagged: Milo – 5 years old
What he doesn’t hear properly won’t hurt him
Milo: “When I left M’s house he said he didn’t want me to go and he wouldn’t be my friend anymore if I did. So the next time I see him I’m going to call him a duck head.”
I’m sure this is how John Lennon got his start
Milo, singing while playing air guitar in the living room: “I want my mommy. I want my mommy, yeah, baby. I want my mommy, yeah, yeah, baby. Yeah baby, I want my mommy. Woof! Woof!”
Everyone’s definition of paradise is different, I suppose
Milo: “Where’s heaven?”
Me: “That’s a good question. No one knows for sure… maybe it’s in our hearts, or maybe it’s all around us right now and we’re just not able to see it.”
Rob: “Yeah… that’s a question no one can answer for sure. Heaven is just a place we imagine where people are always really happy.”
Milo: “So is there a guy there who smashes heads?”
Future tree hugger in training
Milo: “I like nature. Nature’s cute.”
Funny, I thought he was more like a nose turkey in tap shoes
Milo, to Morris: “You are an eyeball chicken in a tutu.”
It had to be said
Overheard coming from downstairs:
Milo: Oh Morris (sigh), I’m really sorry to have to tell you this, but BLARGHY BLARGHY MUNCH MUNCH!!!
His first stab at non-fiction
Milo: “Once upon a time there was a Milo and a Mommy, and the Mommy tickled the Milo and the Milo screamed a lot. The end.”
On our friend, Toby
Me: “Isn’t it fun having Toby here?”
Milo: “Yeah! He’s like a one-man fun thing. I wish I could buy a Toby and play with him all the time.”
I think he’s been messing around with Google Translate again
Milo: “Heeeaaaaauuuuuuuughhhhhh!”
Me: ?????
Milo: “That means, ‘Can I lick you?'”
