November 8, 2010
Micah: Hey son, wakey wakey…
son: Who’s talking?
son: Oh wow, you’re tall!
Micah: Haha, you’re pretty lanky too. Time to weigh you on the scale.
son: Is that the scale over there?
Micah: Yup! We gotta unswaddle you and put you on the scale.
[Micah puts son on the scale]
Micah: So son, tell us something we don’t know about you…
son: I’m a thinker.
[Christie begins putting clothes back on son]
son: Dad, I have a question…
Micah: Yes son?
son: I’ve been working on my “Blue Steel.” What do you think?
son: Great…the beanie…
Micah: Ya, sorry son, gotta keep your head warm, even though it hardly fits over your conehead.
son: …but, Dad, it makes me look like an old lady. Watch, “La-la-la-laaaaaaa” I’m a singing old lady with this beanie on.
[Dad puts blanket over son’s beanie and sticks the binkie in his mouth]
son: (inaudible, but said through the eyes) Do I really look better with this blankie on my head?