Like Cousin Balki

We've almost reached a point where Myles has lived outside of the US longer than inside the US. This is mind-boggling to me. It also sets up situations that make me feel like we actually live inside a scripted 1980s TV comedy.

One day recently, Myles staring into one of the freezers at Giant Eagle, yelling to me, "Look mom! They have frozen peas! They really do exist!"

Last week he was enjoying a little afternoon treat. "I'm eating two cookies with ice cream in between them," he told Ashley, Randy's daughter-in-law. She told him it was an ice cream sandwich. "You know what it's called?" he said in amazement.

And then, sometimes to my amusement and sometimes to my annoyance, Myles is obsessed with public water fountains. On both this trip and last August's trip home, he cannot walk near a public drinking fountain without taking a drink.

He is completely obsessed with drinking fountains. He doesn't even have to be thirsty, only near a fountain, to need a drink. He stops everywhere--the park, the museum, Barnes & Noble to name a few. He often exclaims, "You can drink the water here!" Yes, son. Potable water is a wonder. Especially freely distributed potable water.

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jdmartinsen said…
Oh, that's priceless! I laughed out loud reading this one.