Conversationally last night, I told Miles that I updated mlphillips.

"Just so you know, I updated the site just now...wrote about the cookies I made for you."


"Yummy!"


"I whipped it up in about 10 minutes including picture re-sizing and creating a recipe card...so it's probably more of a ramble than anything."


"Eh...that's you. You ramble."


"Hey!"


"It's cute. It's the you everybody knows and loves."


"Hmm..."

I imagine he patted himself on the back, took a swig of Pepsi and large bite of pizza, then sighed around a full mouth, "Nice save, Miles."

A conversation with Dad:

"So these cookies..."


"Yes, Dad?"


"They've got more healthy stuff than bad, right?"

(is this question coming from my father!?)

"W-w-well...I-I..It's..."

(his expression was so hopeful)

"Just wondering...?"


"Well...there's the fiber from the oatmeal..."


"Yeah!"


"...and the potassium from the bananas..."

(Have I mentioned Sarah?—lol)

"Yeah!—and chocolate chips!"

(Clearly he was missing the point. I considered the chocolate chips...)

"Uh...yes, and the uh...copper...from the chocolate chips..."


"Say, why is it that dogs can't have chocolate? Is it the copper?"


"I wouldn't know, Dad."


"So these cookies..."


"Yes, Dad?"


"They're good for you?"


"Hmm...I suppose they could be worse...?"


"Good, because I had about 5 handfuls of them last night."