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."
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."
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.