Meeshy & Moosho

Yesterday you went home with Millen. Apparently last week Millen's mom said to you, "Are you coming home with us next week, Milo." And you in your morning grump said NO. And then when Millen saw you in the bathroom this week and you said you were going to his house Millen said, "You changed your mind Milo?" Millen's mommy came and picked you two up and you went back to their house. It was your first solo playdate (aside from Marin) without me or daddy there too. You had dinner "apple slices and chicken nuggets" you told me ... and Millen's mommy said you didn't want to broccoli. And then you played. Apparently Millen was watching a show and you said—"Millen let's plllaaaayyyyy!!!" You really liked his train table ... and from the looks of the playroom everything else too. You got a good report from Millen's mommy: "They were soooooo cute too! Milo is such a good little guy. I'll have him over anytime!" And in the car as we drove home late last night you told me Millen is your best friend. (Also, mommy calls you Meeshy and Millen's mommy calls him Moosho.)