Micah and I are both doing a challenge in the game Galaga on our iPads. We’re not doing well. I tell him, “Buddy, I don’t know if we’re going to make it.”
”Pull up your sleeves, Dad” he says bracingly, “we’re gonna get into the hard truth.”
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.”
Micah is playing house with the neighbor girl, Arlen.
Arlen: Micah, I need your help, you need to get back to work!
Micah: I’m on a mandatory break. I’ll help you when I’m done.
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.”
”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.”