Overheard from downstairs…
Milo: “You’re not the boss of me.”
Morris: “Yes, I am.”
Milo: “No, you’re not! I’m your older brother. I’m the boss of you!”
Morris: “NO YOU’RE NOT! I’M BOSS OF YOU!”
Milo: “No! That’s not the way it works!”
Morris: “YES, IT IS! I’M BOSS OF YOU!”
Milo: “No, you’re NOT!”
Morris: “You want a piece of me?”
Milo: “Sure. You want a piece of me?”
Morris: “Yeah!”
… Giggles ensue.
Overheard from downstairs:
Milo, speaking as a robot: “I – LOVE – YOU – MORRIS.”
Morris: “I – LOVE – YOU – TOO – MILO. ROBOT! ROBOT! ROBOT!”
Morris, while doing naked interpretive ballet during the singing of the pre-game national anthem: “My feet are geekin’! My feet are geekin’!”
Morris: “Mommy, what’s your name?”
Me: “My name is Erin.”
Morris: “No! What’s Daddy’s name?”
Me: “His name is Robert.”
Morris: “What’s Milo’s name?”
Me: “His name is Milo.”
Morris: “What’s my name?”
Me: “Your name is Morris.”
Morris: “No! My name is Glee!”
Me: “Your name is Glee?”
Morris: “Yes! GLEEEEEEEE!”
Me: “Well, okay then.”
Morris, calling from his crib upon awakening from his nap: “I pooped the gum out! I pooped the gum out! MOOOOOMMY!!! I POOPED THE GUM OUT!!!”
Me: “You’re handsome.”
Morris: “No.”
Me: “You’re cute.”
Morris: “No, I NOT cute.”
Me: “You’re goooooood-lookin’.”
Morris: “No!”
Me: “You’re a little hunk.”
Morris, standing up: “I NOT a little hunk! I’m a BIG hunk!”
Milo: “Can I make my list now?”
Me: “What list?”
Milo: “My list for Santa.”
Me: “But you already told Santa what you wanted.”
Milo: “But there are more things I want!”
Me: “It’s too late. Santa’s flying tomorrow — he doesn’t have time to make more presents.”
Milo: “Can I open one of the presents under the tree, then? It’ll make me feel better.”
Me: “For the last time, no!”
Morris: “Ha ha, Mommy, you funny.”
The boys are upstairs in the bath right now…
Milo: “Mom!”
Me: “Yeah?”
Milo: “Morris has a booger in his nose!”
Me: “That’s nice.”
Milo: “No, it’s not! You have to come get it!”
Me: “… Okay.”
Milo: “It looks disgusting!”
Morris: “HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Milo: “No, stop breathing — that makes it move! Eww! Get away from me!”
Morris: “HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Morris, picking something out of his nose: “That’s a booger!”
Me: “Yep, it is.”
Morris: “Boogers are yucky.”
Me: “Yes, they are.”
Morris: “You no eat boogers.”
Me: “No, you don’t. That’s so yucky.”
Morris: “I looooooooove boogers.”
Me: “You love boogers? Why?”
Morris: “Because.”
Me: “Because why?”
Morris: “I love you, Mommy.”
Morris’s new favourite joke (which he says about 50 times a day):
Morris: “Mommy, you’re dumb.”
Me: “Morris! I’ve told you, that’s not nice to say.”
Morris: “You’re a papadum! HA HA HA HA HA!”
