Touché mon ami, touché
Milo: “Mommy, don’t spend too much time on that computer — or your brain will rot!”
Posts Tagged: Milo – 6 years old
An astute observation
Milo: “Mom, is salt made up of tasty little rocks?”
Always with the happy endings
Milo: “Once upon a time there was a guy named Bob and a guy named Sharon and they lived in a cloud because they were pieces of rain and they fell down and their faces went splat on the ground. Ha! Ha! Ha!”
They’ll take their chances with the Undead
Rob: “Would you like some mushrooms?”
Milo: “NO WAY!”
Morris: “Blech! Blech! Blech!”
Rob: “They’re cooked in butter and garlic.”
Milo: “GARLIC???”
Morris: “Blech! Blech! Blech!”
Rob: “They’ll keep the vampires away.”
Milo: “I know. Wait – are vampires real?”
Morris: “Vampires! Yeah!”
A 21st-century answer to the eternal question
Milo: “Mom, do you think that people are made on the gods’ Wiis?”
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.”
Incontrovertible proof that reincarnation exists
Morris: “Once I got roll-dozered and I died but then I turned into a boy named Morris. Not Milo. Because he’s my older brother. Right, Milo?”
Milo sticks his foot into the air: “‘Right,’ says my stinky sock monster!”
