At a playground under the BART tracks, Amy and Miles came across dozens of pieces of honeycomb and hundreds of dead bees, a beehive fallen from high above (apparently after having been sprayed). Amy was marveling at how perfect the hexagons were, such a feat of nature.
Miles: “These bees are so talented, they could make honeycomb for the circus. [Pause]. If they weren’t so dead.”
Lately Miles has been announcing that his poop looks like various letters of the alphabet. Last night he yelled from the bathroom “I made the letter T!” Amy asked him if he thought he could poop his way through the whole alphabet.
Miles bragged: “I’m such a talented pooper, I could poop for the circus!”