Close but no licorice cigar
Milo: “Mom, can I please have some T-I-L-O?”
Me: “… Some’ tilo?'”
Milo: “Oh. I was trying to spell candy.”
Milo & Morris: Vying for attention
Milo: “You are getting very sleepy… Listen only to the sound of my voice… Now go and get me a cookie.”
Morris: “Ha! Jumping boy! High jump! Look at me! Ha ha ha!”
Future owner of a shag-carpeted van
Morris, lying on a folded sheepskin placed on top of a skateboard, rolls himself around the floor saying, “Snuggle! Snuggle! Weee!”
On the morning of his 2nd birthday
Morris: “Happy to you! Happy to you! Caaaake!”
Mr. Magnanimous
Milo, to Morris at the breakfast table: “Lick away, my little sturdy friend.”
His brother’s number one fan
Morris, while watching Milo playing a game building robots on my computer: “OH! YEAH! A-HA! HA! COOL! OH YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! DO IT AGAIN, MILO!”
Shoulda figured as much
Morris, licking a Hot Wheels car: “Taste it… taste it!”
Me: “What does it taste like?”
Morris: “Chicken!”
