A thought occurred to me tonight as I arrived home, passed Miles off to his babysitter, and yet again observed his fairly Pavlovian response to initially seeing her.
We’re having a shindig at the house this weekend with a bunch of friends. And yet, despite all the people in the house and all the food that will be on display, I imagine that the second Miles’s babysitter walks in (as a guest), his face will immediately scrunch up, he’ll start whining, and he’ll frantically turn to Jaclyn and me, convinced we’re about to leave. And I’m not ashamed to admit that it will probably crack me up.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 
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