Another day, another long round of Micah sitting on the toilet.
“My soul doesn’t want me to poop.”
Micah after sitting on the toilet for 20 minutes: “I wanna have poops, but my butt doesn’t.”
“Oh no!” says Micah, aghast that there’s a gaping hole in a neighborhood house’s fence that’s being worked on. “Now we can see their naked house!”
“Daddy, I want to eat gumdrops someday,” says Micah. “They look like gum, and you can drop ‘em in your mouth.”
Micah wants to lead us on our hiking path. “Everybody! … fowwow.”
Micah picks up a toy at Target. “How many old years old is for that?”
We walk past a park where there are a bunch of rocket launches. The kids are entranced. As we leave, Micah tells Brin, “I’m going to make a rocket of you and me hugging each other and launch it.”
“Dad!” says Micah, standing wildly on one leg. “Watch me do something strange-erous.”
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.”