Micah is very disappointed that we can’t go get donuts for our date day. We’re giving him some other options, like going on a walk, or a bike ride, or going for a nice long drive, to which he says, “I wanted to go on a food date, not a transportation date!”
Micah just learned to crochet last night, making a few little rat tail things. This morning he’s back at it, using different colors, proud of himself.
It’s getting to be time for him to eat breakfast. I ask him, “Are you hungry?” He says, “Yep… I’m hungry. For crocheting.”
Brinley is wondering when new slang words will start showing up.
”Dad, when is the new set of skibidi words coming out?”
We’re talking about different kids of fireworks in anticipation of the Fourth of July, and which kinds we can do.
”Why does everything good have to be illegal?!” says Micah.
Micah wonders aloud, “Did PetSmart used to be called PetDumb?”
We’re mini-golfing. Micah has been sniffly today with a sore throat, so I checked in on him.
”How are you feeling, buddy?”
He takes a beat, then says with a straight face, “Confident.”
I come into Brinley’s room while she’s watching a video.
”Dad!” she says. “I think I’ve seen the future.”
”How’s that, Brin?”
“This video is about erasable highlighters!”
”Wait!” says Micah as we’re on a drive through the mountains. “Are trees alive?”
”They sure are.” I say.
”Then why don’t they have eyes?”
At bedtime Micah is so proud and happy as he recounts how he learned to ride a bike today. He gets a little wistful, “I wish we could go back in time to when I started learning.” He grins. “The parking lot was as big as a monster truck place!”
Micah gets up from the couch, his stomach rumbling. “I’m getting an applesauce because I’m getting hungrier by the minute.”