Miles was a little fussy this morning, and I was feeding him while Jaclyn worked out. I fed him a bit, he’d get fussy again. Feed him, fussy. He finally quieted down for the most part, and I put him down so I could have a cup of coffee. He started whimpering again when Jaclyn came out.
She picked him up and he started quieting down. “Aw,” she said, “Did you just need to cuddle with Daddy?”
“Not daddy,” I said. “He doesn’t like me.”
“I know he doesn’t,” Jaclyn retorted without missing a beat.
This. This is my destiny.