From Milo:
“This is kind of like sewing but with killing stuff.”
“Mom, can I hit you over the head with my super soft dagger thingy?”
“Morris, you know why I chose wood? Because wood is the mind drainer. If I put these on different parts of your body they drain all your powers.”
… And Morris:
Me: “Morris! My sweetie! I’m so happy to see you!”
Morris: “Mommy NOOOOOOOO!”
Me: “What?”
Morris: “Don’t hug me!”
Me: “Why on earth would I want to hug YOU? You’re too prickly!”
Me: “Kiss you??? Bleah! No way — you taste like moldy fruit! Moldy, stinky fruit! Yuck!”
An evil gleam glints in his eyes and he starts to chase me, lips puckered in full smooch position. After finding me surprisingly easy to catch he wraps his arms around me and plants a big wet one right on my cheek.
… Mission accomplished.
Morris: “I know what ‘Yo Momma’ is upside down.”
Me: “???”
Morris: “Momma yo!”
Morris: “Mom, you’re the wickedest mom I know.”
Me: “Um, do you mean wicked as in, ‘this pizza is wicked!’ or ‘the Wicked Witch of the West?'”
Morris: “Pizza wicked!”
Me: “Phew.”
