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 was pretending to be a doggy and licked my arm.

A:  Yuck!  Miles, that’s gross.

He then licked his own hand.

A:  Honey, please don’t do that.  We even forgot to wash your hands before lunch, so they’re probably dirty.

M:  Did you wash your hands?

A:  Yes, I did.

M:  Even the backs?

A:  Yes.

M:  Even the fingers?

A:  Yes.

M:  Then I can lick them.

Despite having been warned multiple times against it, Miles kept messing around with the floor lamp.  He accidentally knocked it to the ground, blowing out one of the light bulbs (but, fortunately, not actually breaking the lamp).  I was sitting on the couch right next to the lamp when it happened.

M:  I don’t think you saw that.

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.

Thanks to Gary Clarke for the photo.

Miles and I were talking about birds that can’t fly.

M:  Hey, I’m kind of like a penguin.

A:  You are?

M:  Yeah, because I can swim but not fly.

We were listening to a group of musicians playing Irish music at the Farmers Market yesterday.  One of the musicians introduced a song by telling us where the songwriter was from.

Musician:  He’s from a town about 50 miles from where my mother grew up.

Miles:  Why did she say my name?

My parents are due to arrive shortly.

A:  How many minutes till Mubby and Skittergramps get here, Miles?  Do you think about 5?

M:  Maybe 5 minutes.  Or maybe eleven-teen minutes.  Or maybe three minutes.  Or maybe two minutes.  Or maybe eyebrow minutes.

A:  Eyebrow minutes?  That’s funny.

M:  “Eyebrow” is a number.  That’s how you say “two” in Spanish.

A 2-fer:

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M:  It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring.  Bumped his head and fell out of bed…and couldn’t get up in the k-pot.

A:  What’s a k-pot?

M:  It’s kind of like a pot, only it’s not, and you dress up and have fun.

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M:  I have a new version of “Twinkle, Twinkle.”

A:  How’s it go?

M:  Twinkle, twinkle little shoes.  How I wonder what you muse.

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I don’t think he knows what “muse” means, but I congratulated him heartily anyway.

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 has recently come into possession of Pop-Pop’s old lawn tractor.  It had been away for repairs, and today the repair people dropped it off.  Miles looked out at the driveway and saw it.

M:  I could absolutely ride that tractor because it’s little.

Yesterday evening, we went out to Coral Ridge Mall after Denny finished work to do a few errands.  It’s a 15-20 minute drive, and Miles was seeming a bit groggy.  I looked into the back seat to check on him, and he had his eyes closed and his head slumped over.

A:  Miles?  Are you asleep or just pretending to be asleep?

M:  (without moving a bit or opening his eyes) Asleep.

We were in the car. Miles enjoys watching runners, and he had just pointed out a “running guy” to me. I noticed a college-aged female running, so I pointed her out to Miles.

A: There’s a running girl.

M: No, a running woman.

P.S.  I also posted this on Google+, which is cooler than Facebook but also much less popular (for the time being).  I’m giving it a try and enjoying it pretty well.

Sorry for the technical troubles.  Thanks to Denny for the help in getting things back on track.

Miles had a bowl of blueberries.  I sat down to eat some bing cherries, and he got interested in them.  I pitted a few and put them on top of his blueberries.

A:  Now you can have a fruit salad.

M:  A fruit salad?  That’s silly!

{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.