It started with telling Milo that I needed to clip his fingernails.
“Dad, when I’m an adult can I grow my fingernails long?”
“Milo, when you are an adult you can do anything you like”
“Like what?”
“You can grow your fingernails long, you can sleep all day, and you can eat a candy bar every night. But you know what, I’m an adult and I clip my fingernails, I don’t sleep all day, and I don’t eat candy bars every night.”
a moment of silence
“Dad…I’m going to be different than you.”
Grandpa Michael, Rachel, and Alexandra with Milo at his 1st Birthday party.
We will miss you Grandpa Mike.
Michael Sidney Kulick, September 5, 1940 – March 11, 2012
circa October 2008
Milo chatting up a very patient elderly gentleman in the JCC locker room after his swimming lesson…
Milo: “What are you doing here?”
Older Man: “I’m getting dressed.”
M: “Why?”
OM: “I’m getting ready to go home.”
M: “I’m going home too. Look how wrinkly my hands are. Hey your hands are wrinkly, did you go swimming?”
OM: “No, my hands are just old.”
M: “What’s that?”
OM: “My cane.”
M: “What’s a cane?”
OM: “It’s like a walking stick, it helps me walk.”
M: “Why do you need help walking?”
OM: “I have a bum knee.”
M: “You have a bum knee?!?!” (incredulously)
OM: “I have a bad knee, my knee is hurt.”
M: “You should go see a doctor.”
OM: sigh “Yes, I’ve been told that.”
We were singing one of our favorite bedtime songs tonight and Milo asked me what the word “avoid” means (it comes up quite a bit in the lyrics “…sometimes I think, that you’re avoiding me…”.
We talked about it for a bit and then Milo asked a follow up question.
“Can babies climb trees?”
Not sure where this was going, I said, “no probably not”.
To which Milo replied, “well I can climb trees, so if I want to avoid the baby, I’ll just climb a tree!”
Things have gotten very competitive around here lately. Milo takes great pleasure in doing things first…like opening the car door first. And zipping his zipper first. And he’s always very quick to point it out to me when he’s “beaten” me. This is kind of confounding. Like I’m even competing…
Tonight while I was making dinner Milo told me:
Dad, I think I can beat the calculator…
Good luck with that Milo…
