December 25, 2007
Merry Christmas! It was a great Christmas. Santa came, snacked, dropped off a scooter or two. Cousins and grandparents attended.
We decided to eschew our grand holiday tradition of at least one of us being sick; we were all in blooming good health.
Ever since he was Milo's age, when we asked Felix what he wanted to be when he grows up, he's answered about what sort of work he wanted to do: inventor, scientist, teacher. Not Milo. Milo's sure of one thing: he wants independence.
Dean: What do you want do be when you grow up?
Milo: I'm going to cook my own food!
Dean: Do you think you'll have a job?
Milo: I'll drive our car to work, and work all by myself!
Dean: Wow.
Milo: And I'll pour water all by myself, too!
Dean: I know you will.
Milo: And I'll wear your shirts. And when it's Christmas, I open your presents!
Milo: I'm going to cook my own food!
Dean: Do you think you'll have a job?
Milo: I'll drive our car to work, and work all by myself!
Dean: Wow.
Milo: And I'll pour water all by myself, too!
Dean: I know you will.
Milo: And I'll wear your shirts. And when it's Christmas, I open your presents!
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