Micah looks at my face and his eyes get real wide. Pointing at my face he says, “Dad, you have eyelashes! I can literally see them!”
Micah’s head is on Mac’s purring belly as I sing Micah bedtime songs. “Mac sounds like hot cocoa being made,” he says.
This morning Micah is eating dry oatmeal for breakfast, then asks for some hot cocoa. He has a bite of the oatmeal, takes a sip of the cocoa, waits a bit, then with a sly grin looks at me and says, “I cooked the oatmeal in my mouth.”
Micah announces that he has to go pee.
“Okay,” says Sarah. “Wash your hands after.”
To which Micah replies, “No, pee.”
Micah and I are playing a Wii sword fighting game. After he knocks me off the platform he holds his controller aloft, shouts, “I am the king of dragon fire!” then sings a high choral note as if he’s just pulled the sword from the stone.
“Hey dad!” says Micah. “There’s another name for fool’s gold. It’s gold… fools.”
Micah, proud of his coloring abilities, declares, “I’m a gymnast at coloring!”
Micah and I get on our bikes to start our ride to the donut shop.
“Whoever gets there first gets a Ramen egg!” he says.
“Daddy!” says Micah, looking down at his toe. “I just stepped on a slap bracelet and SHOOP! It’s stuck to my foot.”
After school Brinley is talking about how there might be a thief in her classroom as things keep going missing.
“If they catch the thief there’s gonna be a big punishment,” she considers.
“Yeah,” says Micah, “Maybe a pie to the face.”