Wednesday, December 23, 2009

miles' newest poetry


A french head
with a beret
small brain inside
squirrel scoots along
by-bye world
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Munch! Munch! Munch!


Miles Hanson

Monday, December 14, 2009

miyo's obsessed with boobs

I was putting Miyo's boots on her, so I lifted her up and sat her on the freezer in the mud room. I was pushing her leg into the boot with the bottom of the boot on the center of my chest. She asks, "Why are you putting my boots on you boobs?" I told her it wasn't my boobs it was my chest (ladies, we all know it would hurt, so I wouldn't do this). Anyway, she continues, "You have boobs." And I said, "You have boobs too." (I don't KNOW why?) She totally got mad and said, "I don't have you boobs, my boobs are different, like my daddy's!"

Friday, December 11, 2009

miles is still hilarious

Yesterday, while walking towards my white van, I thought I read "car" written in the black salty crud us Minnesotans have on our cars all winter. I laughed, not really getting it, but remembering how fun it was to write on cars (don't let Hal (my dad) catch you).

Then I was waiting in the driveway this morning, with Murphy, for his bus to come. In Miles' hand is written, "Carter, I'm inside." I laughed so hard. It's hilarious to me that, 1. he thought Carter would look at the side of my vehicle for a message. 2. That Carter would notice it at all. And/or, 3. Maybe they actually planned it out, "I'll leave you a message on my mom's van..."