Sometimes I wonder if Milo takes after me, my wife, or my dog.
Since we got our dog, Sophie, more than four years ago, she has always loved sitting in the front doorway growling at squirrels and other neighborhood wildlife. Her ears pinned back and watching their every move, she will patiently sit for hours on end chomping at the bit, waiting for the screen door to magically bust open so she can finally make her big catch.
As Milo got old enough to stand up by shimmying his hands up along the glass door, he found the squirrels just as amusing. As this seems normal for him to be interested in animals running around just outside of our house, it’s what developed soon after noticing them that had my wife and I rolling in laughter.
He yells at them and beats on the door repeatedly for a large chunk of the afternoon. With Sophie by his side, they both yelp and watch squirrels instead of playing with their toys. Milo already has more toys than I ever had in my entire childhood, but he’d rather man his post at the front door, protecting us from a rodent invasion.
I guess that’s a good thing, though. I hope he’s an outdoorsy kid. Almost nothing bothers me more than seeing kids buried in their Nintendo DS, unaware that “outside” even exists.
Anyway, I wonder if in his own language, he’s saying “Get off my lawn or I’ll run you over with my bubble lawn mower!” or if he just wants to play. I guess I’ll find out sooner than later when he starts talking, but until then I’ll wonder if he thinks he’s a dog as Sophie and Milo sit side by side, barking and howling at furry moving objects in the front yard.