I came to the slightest modicum of consciousness last night, I’m not certain of the time, to the sounds of Miles wailing. The cries were emphatic, and even in my stupor I was concerned. With half-opened eyes, I rolled over to look down to the foot of the bed, making out the shapes of both Miles and Jaclyn.
Amidst Miles’s cries, Jaclyn said bluntly, “Well that’s what happens when you poop all over yourself!”
Thinking better of inserting myself into that particular situation, and my semi-alertness had avoided detection, I rolled back over and returned to sleep.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 