Mom Chronicles Day 1,940

April 5, 2022

Mom: “Do you want anything special for dinner?”

Myles “Pizza is my destiny. That’s why I came to Earth. For the pizza.”

😆😆

Later I tried to explain something to him (he wants to start wearing nightshirts) and I was basically going to say if someone picks on you for wearing them to bed ignore them. I started to use wimp, but he didn’t know what that meant and I’m not defining a negative word. Then I tried a couple other words. Like sissy. He came back with, “like a sissy and a bubba?” Crissey And I was like oh I see no not like that.

It’s hard to remember sometimes just how totally innocent he is, especially with that quick wit and the ability to make jokes that some adults wouldn’t get.

Sissy and bubba are his brother and sister.

Signing off on the chronicles for now. I need to do better. You may have noticed there are no more photos of Myles. Not new or recent ones anyway.

I decided to keep his face off the internet now that he’s growing up. His features are most distinguished and I want that to be a choice he makes. Much, much further down the line.

~k~

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