Miles talks all the time.
I mean all the time, all the time.
He says some of the funniest things.
The other day we were driving home after making
some big decisions (details to come later)
and I said to Gabe, "that was easy."
and he said, "yea, that really was easy."
Then we heard Miles pipe up in the back seat and say,
"Easy peasy wemon skeezy."
(easy peasy lemon squeezy - aunt morgan taught him this one)
Today I was sitting on the couch with Miles
before bedtime. This is the conversations we had.
Miles: Can I see your teeth?
Me: Big cheesey toothy smile.
Miles: Your teeth are wewow.
Me: Yellow? They're supposed to be white.
Miles: No they're wewow. You need to brush your teeth.
(I might be investing in some teeth whitening)
While we were driving to Cache Valley today
we past a few police cars with their overhead lights flashing.
Miles: Powice tars. WooWoo.
After biting his tongue.
Miles: Ouchy
Me: What happened? Are you okay?
Miles: I eat my teeth.
Me: did you bite your tongue?
Miles: Yea, wight here (picture cute boy with tongue sticking out).