Quoth Michael (IV)

Saturday afternoon, Michael sees daddy chopping up vegetables and stuff for dinner. He starts pulling a chair up, when Michael’s Mommy stops him.

Michael: Can I make with daddy?
Michael’s Mommy: “Not right now, Michael. Daddy’s using sharp knives that can hurt you.”
Michael, turning away sharply and walking into the living room: “I’m going away, mama. And I’m not going to give you any treats.”

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Sunday morning, walking into church Michael blinks and strains at the sunlight, which has not graced us in full onslaught like this for weeks.

Michael, covering his eyes: “Mama? My eyes are broken! They need new batteries!”

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Sunday afternoon, Sister B is sitting on the couch playing with her Tamagotchi. Michael walks up.

Michael: “Can I play your game?”
B: “Um, not yet. When you’re a little bigger you can.”
Michael climbs up on couch, stands up before her on his tiptoes.
Michael: “See? I’m bigger!”