One of Milo's more creative figures of speech is, "You ruin me." That is what he says now when you make him really mad, for example, by telling him he can't eat chocolate before breakfast. "You ruin me, Mommy!" Since we have never said anything like this to him, we imagine it is a creative application of a word that he has, actually, heard quite a bit, as in, "Milo, why did you tear up this magazine? You ruined it."
I guess I've been ruining Milo quite a bit lately. This morning, when I made him change out of his pajamas, he told me, "You are a terrible mommy. I don't like you." And then, "You are going to DIE." Later, at least, he came up to me and said, "I love you, Mommy. I don't want you to die."
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