Laugh Riot

It's pretty much a non-stop joke-fest around these parts lately. Instead of sitting around watching television we just sit around and watch Milo, who is way better than anything on TV with the possible exception of Mad Men, which hasn't yet returned with it's new season yet anyway.

Yesterday I was sitting reading the paper and Milo was bringing me things, which is usually how the weekends go in our house.

"Here's your lunch," he said yesterday, bringing me a bowl. "It's some left over chicken and something else."

I looked into the bowl and saw that he had taken a small plastic bag and covered the bowl as though it were plastic wrap. I took the plastic bag off and inside the bowl was a forklift and, lo and behold, a plastic chicken. Naturally. Leftover chicken.

Milo has also been asking us to sing songs around certain themes on demand. "Sing a song about a fish," Milo asked the other day. The only song I could think of that mentioned a fish was Joy To the World, so I sang that. Now Milo drifts off to sleep to the lyrics "Jeremiah was a bullfrog." But he also asks for songs about trains. A lot. Which is how he ended up asking Steven what sound the doors make on the midnight train to Georgia.

If you are Milo this is a perfectly reasonable question.