Last night at dinner, Miles asked one of his usual questions.

"What's an icon?"

Rachel: "It's like a little picture on a screen that you click on.  It opens a program."

Me: "It could also be someone or something really important.:

Rachel: "That's also true."

Miles: "Daddy!  You're an icon!"

Me: "You think so?"

Miles: "Yeah, cause you know lots about computers and cameras and Apple."

Me: "Wow...um...thanks...I'll take that."

Miles: *Looks down at his dinner* "This is mine, you can't have it."

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One of the things that bugs me most, as a parent, is that Miles (the four-year-old) will pretend to interpret what his (almost-two-year-old) brother is saying.  It reminds me of how Han understands Chewbacca.  I never got that, in the Star Wars universe.

Han: "Keep your distnace, Chewy, but don't look like you're trying to keep your distance."

Chewy: "Growl...grrrr...growl...yowl."

Han: "I don't know...fly casual!"

In the Duffus universe, it's more like this:

Miles: "J.J. Give me my golf club!"

J.J.: "dadla gogf aiujs sj356"

Miles: "Dad!  He said I CAN'T HAVE THE CLUB BECAUSE HE WANTS TO TAKE IT OUTSIDE AND THROW IT OVER THE FENCE TO COWS!"

Me: "Huh...I didn't get that all.  Why don't you share?*"

* "Why don't you share?" or some version of it, is something I say about 154 times a day when I'm with the boys, and I have feeling it will never stop until one of the boys moves out.

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