Things Miles says that he’s not going to say forever so I want to remember them:

Diacalbolical (diabolical)

Callepittar (caterpillar)

Baby thermometer (baby monitor)

Magniflying glass (magnifying glass)

In our folk choir, Miles and I are singing John Prine’s “Paradise.”  Miles has listened to the song many times, but he seems to have misheard the lyrics.

M:  Where the air smelled like snakes and we’d shoot with our pistols
But empty top models was all we would kill.

For reference, the original lyrics:

Where the air smelled like snakes and we’d shoot with our pistols
But empty pop bottles was all we would kill.

We’re going out for a nice dinner tonight to celebrate my birthday.

A:  Miles, before we go out for dinner, I’d like you to change your clothes.

M:  But these [sweatpants] can be jammies OR regular clothes.

A:  I know, but when we go out, it’s nice to put on something a little dressier.

M:  But I don’t need to.

A:  I want you to.

M:  You don’t need me to.

A:  Come on, Miles.

M:  You need to use acceptance.

We’ve been having the worst time lately with Tobin doing something naughty, then laughing in my face when I scold him.  After just such an event…

A:  Why does Tobin always think that’s funny?

M:  He doesn’t think it’s funny.  He just doesn’t care.