Tag: Milo-isms

As I mentioned before, I am trying to make a conscious effort to expose St. Louis for all the hipness it holds, so I will do my best to feature weekly places of interest. It is a shockingly urban-country happenin’ place for a mid-sized Midwest city. For some reason, I was a bit nervous to … Continue reading “Winslow’s Home”

Me: What do you want to be when you grow up? Milo: First a teacher, then a zookeeper. Then a woman.

Boo This child is hilarious. First, this. Oh, and let us not forget this (scroll down to the last picture on this one). Now, instead of the eyeball, it’s Ghost Bean. This is what Milo calls a dried white bean left over from one of the Halloween crafty things he did at school last October. … Continue reading “Ghost Bean”

Says Milo vehemently from the backseat of the car; “I don’t want to grow up to be a man!” Uh-oh. Here comes the gender-bender. “You don’t? What to you want to grow up to be?” “Well, I just want to grow up to be a big boy.” Whew. There are so many things I will … Continue reading “Lost in Translation”

Don’t cross me Lately, things have been said. Mean things. Threats, mainly. Only, I have not been the one demonstrating such hostility. Nor do I ever recall making such threats myself, on any occasion. But, nonetheless, there they are.  Hanging in the air, mean words mismatched with a ridiculously cute and sweet 2-and-a-half-year-old voice. “I’m … Continue reading “Empty Threats”