It was a beautiful sunny day in Brooklyn…and we were on a mission. Milo and I were stalking the ice cream truck. It wasn’t appearing at its usual haunts, so we decided to broaden our search beyond the playground, and took a little walk. At one point, we stopped to listen for its telltale music and I said to Milo, “can you hear it?” To which he sagely replied:
“I can hear it being quiet”
So Milo has gotten into this nice habit of saying “bless you” when someone else sneezes.
The other night we were downstairs as he was starting to fall asleep up in bed… he sneezed and said to himself, “bless you, me”.
too cute.
yup.. that’s where I’m at
so much has happened since my previous “Montana” post.. and yet I think all I can muster at the moment is a bulleted list of random thoughts, recollections, news bulletins, etc.
okay, here goes:
In Butte, MT, especially on “the hill”, they start celebrating the 4th of July early. M.E.’s cousins had a big party and we were all invited. We enjoyed the pyromania with Ann, M.E., Dan, Joe and Nora.
Milo thought the fireworks were too loud.
