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.”
Brin is having trouble with her slinky on the staircase.
“Slinkies are broken these days!” she declares.
Brin looks out the window on a drive and notices some weird store names. She says, “Wow, people just names stores whatever they want. I’m going to make a store called ‘Fergen Ferg’ or ‘The Pee Place’.”
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!”
Before bed Brinley opines, “I think every time before you fart you should warn people. So they can say, ‘Umm… I’m going to move to a different state now.'”
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.”