Thursday, October 30, 2008

Thursday Feature: Dear Miles

I wasn't sure what to expect when I started this (or if Miles would even be willing to go along with it) but he didn't disappoint. Here's his first question, and the conversation that ensued:

"Dear Miles,
Why are boogers sometimes wet,and other times they are dry?
Mrs. Drippynose"

Miles giggled. "Her name is Mrs. Drippynose?"

I reminded him: "Yeah, so why is it that sometimes boogers are wet and sometimes they are dry?"

"Are you going to tell me?"

"No, you're supposed to answer it because she thinks you're so smart."

Long suffering sigh. "Because of the warm season."

I raised my eyebrow at him, surprised at his... well, normalcy. Then he held up his stuffed dog who, according to Miles (and I swear I'm not making this up), can knock out bad guys with his poisonous stinkers. He answered again in his dog's voice, "Boogers are wet when they taste like applesauce. When they're dry, they're bacon."

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

A Snippet of Conversation

Me: "Hey Miles, if you could have any pet in the world, what would you want to have?"

Miles (without hesitation): "A seal."

Me: "Why would you want a seal?"

Miles: "Because he would eat mosquitoes."

Me: "Oh really? How do seals eat mosquitoes?"

Miles: "They swim through the water really fast and then lick... [Trailing off] Hmmmm. I would want a frog for a pet."

More Good Names by Miles

From chickens to transformers, Miles has always been good at naming things. Here are a few recent additions to our family:

  • The first crawdad we found: Seahorses
  • The second crawdad we found: Fork
  • A scarecrow in our backyard: Subway
  • Our pet woolly worm, who has surprisingly survived several days of Miles' loving attention: Eyeball

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Thursday Feature: Dear Miles

By popular demand (okay, so no one has ever demanded anything of this blog, but whatever, right?), I'd like to present our new weekly feature, Dear Miles, in which you, loyal reader, submit your questions for Miles to answer each Thursday. To kick it off, I'll provide a question Brett asked Miles last night:

Dad: "Hey Miles, why don't spiders ever get stuck in their own webs?"

Miles: "Because they're so evil."

Monday, October 20, 2008

Miles Wants a Dead Grandma

I can only assume that one or two of the cool kids at day care have a dead grandma, because Miles has been a bit obsessed with the concept lately. He'll be playing happily, then suddenly adopt a sobering frown. "Mom," he'll say reverently. "You remember my grandma.... that DIED?"

"No, Miles. Your grandmas are still alive. They did not die."

"No! I mean my other grandma, the one who lives far, far, far away." Then, reverting to his hushed tone again: "She DIED."

"You mean my grandma, Grandy?"


"She's still alive, too."


Monday, October 13, 2008

Miles Experiments With Renaming Things To Get What He Wants

"Hey Mom, can I have a cookie vegetable?"

Miles Merges Metaphor and Malapropism, but Misnames It

"Mom, stop interrupting like a volcano! --Hey, that rhymed!"

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Miles' Theology

Miles enjoys playing with little fuzzballs on my bed, which he calls "fellars." A few weeks ago after church one Sunday he was playing with all his little fellars, so I listened in:

"Okay, this little fellar is the good God, and this one is the bad God. Oh, wait---we need a cross so we can kill him."

Then last Wednesday after children's church, I asked him what he learned about.

"Jesus." Of course.

"What did you learn about Jesus?"

"Oh. He had hangnails."