My Yos

Miles is such a funny kid. We're leaving for Canada tomorrow and I asked him what animal he wanted to take with him. Meet Sarah. Miles got her for Christmas and back then, she looked kind of more like this: He named her BallSoft. Yes. Shortly thereafter, the ball fell off, but he had some strange attachment to the weasel. A few months later he announced that her (HER!) new name was Sarah. After a sweet girl at Kate's school who always runs up and hugs him.

Apparently, she eats with us now.

This is Sarah's playhouse. It also doubles as a laser gun. I could not make this up if I wanted to. Yesterday, Miles had a purple whistle around his neck and told me that from now on I should call him Flapjack. He also barked a lot and then translated for me.

On our way to Canada tomorrow, we stop off in Seattle (hey, Mark Driscoll) and then take the clipper ship to Victoria. Miles is very concerned about the fact that we won't be wearing life jackets. Me: "Dude, it's fine." Miles: "I can't get on a boat without a life jacket." All I can assume here is that he is channeling his inner Diego... Me: "It's a big boat, not a small one. I promise, it's ok." Miles: "I have a very bad feeling about this." Here me now. If we, indeed, go down with the ship, someone find a good home for Sarah.