We’re driving in the car and I look in the rear-view mirror at a strangely silent Miles. I strike up a conversation because I find I can no longer handle silence in the car, it’s so unfamiliar. Weird.
I tell Miles that his Grandpa’s birthday is coming up this weekend, and ask what he thinks we should give him.
He says, “a small dinosaur toy and a grown-up movie about police.”
“Uuum, okay…those are good ideas.”
A minute or two passes and then he says, “Mom, why is it your Dad’s birthday?”
“Well, it just is. He’s my Dad, you’re right. I didn’t know you had that figured out?”
Just after waking from a nap, he says in a very sleepy low voice, running all the words together,
“After Asher wakes up I can put on my pants and we can go to the park and I can get my wiggles out won’t that be good?”
“I just love you honey.”
“I love you too, Mom.”
I notice he’s about to do something he shouldn’t so I say,
“Miles, what are you doing?”
He pauses, wheels turning in that little head and says in such a grown-up way, “Just Hangin’.”