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.”
Micah getting in tune with his body: “Mom, I think my body wants cake. With no icing. And if that’s what my body wants then maybe I should have it.”
Micah and I go on an ice-crunching walk this morning. He’s quiet for a bit while we stomp on ice, then he says, “Thank you, God, for giving us ice!”
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.