Max and Miles who, to Me, Will Always be Secretly Named "Gus"

The blog about Max and his little brother, Miles. Stunningly cute boys and future leaders of the rebel forces.

Monday, November 17, 2008

The Show Me Max or His Mother's Son

Max, lately, has been in an inquisitive state. More specifically, he likes to have final approval of things like recently changed diapers and whatever just blew out of his nose into the kleenex. I'm not exactly sure how this happened, but I feel like Katie is somehow involved in this particular early personality quirk. To whit: It is not me to whom Max ran proudly today, excitedly and proudly holding his finger out ahead of him. Upon the finger's tip, he carried a cargo as precious and soft as it was wee and sort of spherical.

"Look, Mommy, a booger!"

"Oh. . .Max. That's nice!"

"I did it all by myself!"

See, "please" and "thank you" are easy. You just pound those via rote repetition. Now, when your kid runs to you proudly with a booger on the tip of your finger, how exactly should you react? I mean, he did do something on his own and he did do himself.

I act like Katie is somehow to blame for Max's fascination with his phlegm. Really, if he had run up to me, I would've asked him if his taste salty like mine.


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