Micah’s joke for the day:
“What did the clock say to the stone?”
“I don’t know. What?”
“Stone, it’s time to take you to get some ice cream!”
Micah runs up and excitedly tells me that he’s been bowling on the Nintendo Wii. “Daddy, I got a spare!”
“Good job, buddy!” I tell him.
“I’m a real rock ‘n roll dude.”
Micah is drawing with chalk on the sidewalk. He looks up and asks, “Does this look mighty fun?”
The kids are both shooting some hoops in the driveway. Brin’s taking up space in the lane, so four-year-old Micah tells her, “I need to get a shot here, bro.”
“Wow, it’s hot, Dad!” says Micah after opening the front door. “It feels like a hundred gurrees.”
Micah wins two games of Sequence in a row. In exultation he stands, raises his hands over his head, and says, “I’m a masterpiece!”
“Hey Micah, are you going to eat any more of this cupcake?”
“No, I’m full.”
“Ok, I’m just going to toss it then.”
Micah looks confused.
“Where are you going to toss it?”
“Go get me a blueberry sauce,” Micah demands.
“Oops!” I say. “You forgot the magic word.”
He thinks for a beat, twirls his finger, and says, “Bippity boppity boo.“
Micah is frustrated and crying when Brinley won’t share a toy with him. When Grandpa suggests that they play air hockey together instead, Micah says, “I don’t want to play air hockey! I will kick it in the face.”
Micah takes off his shirt before putting on his jammies.
“Do you see my nippies, Dad? They look like pop-its. You can pop ‘em.”