A:  I love you.

M:  Yeah, but you have to share me.

A:  With whom?

M:  Daddy.  And somebody else?

A:  Who else?

M:  Nana, Papa, Mubby, Skittergramps, Uncle Michael, Uncle Tyler…so many bodies!

{this moment (with special thanks to Darah)} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment.

Miles had just finished up some lunch, and my parents were due to arrive for a visit shortly.  He had a messy face and didn’t want it to be cleaned up.

A:  We need to wash your face because Mubby’s going to want to kiss you.

M:  She could kiss me on the toes.

{this moment (with special thanks to Darah)} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment.

We were at the playground today, and it was getting to be time to go.

A:  Miles, would you like to stay five more minutes or six more minutes?

M:  How about eleven-teen more minutes?

Last night we went out to dinner, and Miles was reluctant to leave the restaurant.  Denny talked him into it by offering to hold him airplane-style and let him zoom out to the car.

Mid-zoom…

M:  The airplane tooted!

Miles was reading No, No, Yes, Yes by Leslie Patricelli to me. It’s a book that gives examples of things kids ought not to do and offers alternatives.  We had just gotten to the part about picking one’s nose.

M:  No, no.  You don’t put your finger in your nose.  (conspiratorially, with a little smile) But sometimes I do.

Miles and I were at the playground.  He was sniffling.

A:  Is your nose runny, sweetie?

M:  No, but my mustache is a little wet.

{this moment (with special thanks to Darah)} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment.

Miles and I were getting ready to read the story Millicent and the Wind, by Robert Munsch, and he was having trouble with her name.

D:  You could call her Millie.

M:  That’s how you say her in Spanish.  Or…Smelly!

A:  Smelly?

M:  That’s how you say her in French.

Miles was listing pairs of rhyming words.

M:  Fish, dish.  Cat, mat.  Eenis… (long pause) genius!

{this moment (with special thanks to Darah)} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment.

Denny, Miles and I were cuddling in bed.  I listed the participants in order of how we were positioned.

A:  Daddy, Miles, Darth, Mommy.

M:  Not Darth Mommy.  Darth Vader!  You’re just Mommy.

We were telling the story of Jack and the Beanstalk, and at the part where Jack brings his mother one of the giant’s gold coins, Miles always lists some food the mother bought with the money.

M:  Corn Chex…and Chex Mix…and French fries…

A:  Anything else?

M:  Yeah!  Corn Chex…and Chex Mix…

A:  What about ice cream?

M:  What about tuna?  I know, and more tuna!