Micah on finding his Muse:
“I’m really creative… I just don’t have any ideas.”
Brin, Micah, and Arlen are playing on the playground, coming up with all sorts of games.
“Hey guys!” says Brin, “Let’s all pretend to be humans.”
I was remarking to Brin how sweet she was to Micah today on his first day of kindergarten.
“Well, he’s in a state of puberty now,” she says. “He’s not a kid.”
Micah excitedly points at the seatback in from of him when we land after a flight and are coming to a stop. “I didn’t smash my face into that!”
Micah and I are playing the game Marble it Up!, going through it and finding all the hidden treasure boxes. After finding the latest one he says, “I’ve never felt so alive!”
Micah goes in to hug Sarah. After a few seconds he pulls back.
“What?” Sarah jokes. “Do I smell ok?”
“You smell like that slime that you gave me but I threw it away.”
Micah is wondering about summer wear options.
“Is there such a thing as no-sleeve shorts?”
The kids are playing a game about getting locked in a closet. Micah comes out shouting, “I was locked in there for dear life!”
Micah out of nowhere, and with absolutely no context: “Dad, I don’t want to call our restaurant ‘Ice Chip’, because that’s not even a name.”
We’re driving by garage sales on a Saturday afternoon. Micah sees one out his window. “Aw, this one doesn’t have kids stuff. It only has important stuff.”