We were in a toy store, and I showed Miles a deck of cards for playing Old Maid.

A:  I thought you might like these because you’ve been having so much fun playing Go Fish lately.

M:  You know, there’s one called poker.

Miles was leading us out of Von Maur (a department store we often visit), taking a rather labyrinthine route.  At every juncture, I asked him, “What does your sense of direction tell you?”  He got us all the way out of the store, then headed down the completely wrong path.

A:  Miles, let’s go the other way.  We parked the car over here.

M:  But my sensitive direction says to go this way!

We had just read a book in which the Berenstain Bears thought forward to when they would have cubs someday.

M:  I hope when I have a kid it’s a girl.

A:  Why?  Little boys are great.  I love little boys.

M:  You know.

A:  Actually I don’t.

M:  You know.

A:  Is it because you know so many great girls?  Like Mommy and Mubby and Nana and Tessa?

M:  And Gideon.

A:  Gideon’s a boy.

M:  I know, but I still like him.

Miles and I recently read a book in which a character had a special toy she always slept with.

A:  You don’t really have a special thing for sleeping, do you?  I guess the Mommy Blankie [a blanket that used to be mine that Miles has fully swiped] is your special thing.

M:  I have another special thing for sleeping.

A:  Oh yeah?  What is it?

M:  Cuddling you is my special thing.