Miles was standing on his little chair by the window.
M:Â Good afternoon.
A: That was really good, sweetie! You said that very well.
M:Â (looking outside and noticing that it was dark out) Good after-night.
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I do appreciate that kid’s attention to accuracy.
Last night we had panini for dinner, and Denny cleaned up and left the panini maker out to dry. It’s the hinged kind, like this:
Miles got out to the kitchen this morning and saw it on the counter.
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M:Â Uh-oh, computer.
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I guess it does look kind of like a computer, and a crappy uh-oh computer at that. Maybe a Gateway?
A couple of nights ago, I was putting Miles to bed, which happens in our guest room—he generally falls asleep there and then I move him to his big-boy bed.  We were relaxing pleasantly when all of a sudden he pulled the pillow out from under my head.
M:Â Yoink!
Scene.
This happened last weekend on a drive back home through rural Iowa.
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A:Â [as a deer ran out and crossed the highway in front of our car—never fear, it was light out and we had plenty of time to stop]Â Careful, Denny.
M:Â More horse!
A: That’s not a horse, sweetie. That’s a deer.
M:Â More John Deere!
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I think we need to expose this kid to more fauna.
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