Future dreams
So as of this week I have officially retired any visions of Myles growing up and being president, or a Nobel Prize contending physicist, or a Titan of Business.
He is beginning to display a penchant for physical humor. I am the mother of Will Ferrell.
The other day at Starbucks he entertained a year-old-baby girl for almost 20 minutes pretending to walk into walls and falling to the floor. This is particularly amusing to me because my freshaman year roommate had this very same gift.
And then last night he was practicing Chevy Chase-worth pratfalls on the steps. I could hear him as he hit each step yelling, "Ow! Ow! OWWW!." This made me come running, check on him, and tell him to stop that because he might get hurt "for real." A few minutes later, I hear from the stairs, "Ow! Ow! Oww!"
What drive! What determination!
(What a time out he got for not listening)
He is beginning to display a penchant for physical humor. I am the mother of Will Ferrell.
The other day at Starbucks he entertained a year-old-baby girl for almost 20 minutes pretending to walk into walls and falling to the floor. This is particularly amusing to me because my freshaman year roommate had this very same gift.
And then last night he was practicing Chevy Chase-worth pratfalls on the steps. I could hear him as he hit each step yelling, "Ow! Ow! OWWW!." This made me come running, check on him, and tell him to stop that because he might get hurt "for real." A few minutes later, I hear from the stairs, "Ow! Ow! Oww!"
What drive! What determination!
(What a time out he got for not listening)
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When I was 3 I said something relatively smart for my age. But I think my mother has given up on the dream of me joining Mensa.