Milo has been using some darling expressions lately that jumble Frenchisms, Englicisms, and some home-grown Milocisms.

• Ça pas petit 'golo: That's not funny. (Usually something Felix did.)
• That makes me peine. That hurts my feelings. (Again, usually something Felix did.)
• I baby. That baby marcher on her canapate. I'm a baby. I'm crawling. (Marcher a quatres pattes = to crawl.)
• Don' do dat EVER again! (Again, standing up for his rights against Felix.)

Felix has long said he will be a scientist. Now he's got an invention he's going to invent: a car that does "everything". Whenever Dean asks Felix how he's going to do X when he grows up, the answer is now, "Well my car's going to turn into a giant robot / space ship / camping car and that's how I'm going to do it."

A few weeks ago we reported that Milo was refusing to nap at home. We're happy to say that Dean figured out a solution: hold him down for five minutes in a bed that's not his own, letting him scream bloody murder. After that he's very thirsty -- get him a drink of water and put him in his own bed. He forgets what he was fighting against and water + his own bed feels like victory to him and he conks out.

Late breaking news: Owen, who's come over for many attempted sleepovers but has always called his parents when it came time for lights out, has fallen asleep in Felix's room. His first sleepover, yay!