Thursday, December 20, 2007

Tough Guy

We were Christmas shopping, and a little boy (about four years old) was in a nearby shopping cart with his grandma. The boy must've said something like, "Look at that little kid," because before I could stop him, Miles hit the ground running and was over at his cart. Here's the conversation that ensued:

Miles: "I'm not a little kid - I'm a big kid! You're a little kid! You're a little kiddy-kid!!"

Other Boy (perplexed): "What's your name?"

Miles (chin as high as he can hold it [i.e., about three feet off the ground]): "Miles Smif."

Other Boy: "How old are you?"

Miles: "Nufin."

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Miles's Personal Bubble

Almost every day, Miles asks me if he can go to church because, "I gotta see my buddies." Monday night he was at church playing with his "best friend," Sam Campbell. Sam was getting ready to leave and went to Miles to give him a big hug. Miles hugged him back for about five seconds (Awwwwwwww...), then stretched his arms out and yelled, "Done now! Done noooooow!"

On a related note, Miles told me this morning, "Someday, when she is done being Macey Smith, she will turn into my Sam Campbell, and I can play with her."