I'm already Miloh's hero, as I should be. The littlest things we (Staci included) do give him the greatest joy and wonder because like most kids, he can't believe they are possible.
When I can tell him what a fan is 3 times in a row he cracks up and claps. Same with a dog, a foot or really anything else.
When I take his Crayola toothbrush, with a suction cup on the bottom, and slam it into the bathroom counter so it stick up he can't control himself. He gives a laugh with a huge head turn almost out of disbelief.
If I figure out what he wants to eat he gives a clap that ends with his arms extended to the sky and a big smile.
When I grab his nose and say honk. He's amazed because he hasn't figured out how to get his nose to make the noise. He grabs his, and mine, and waits for a honk.
When we fly down the sidewalk on his trike, with me on the back, at speeds that I think will require him to wear a helmet just in case.
When I toss him high into the sky.
When I give him more edamame.
And because I make the best oatmeal ever. That's going to be a post in the near future. You wouldn't think oatmeal could be a post but Miloh has the ability to turn anything into awesomeness.
All small things but all things that make me a hero in his eyes.
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