Miles has started exhibiting a new behavior this week when I was leaving for trivia in the evenings. Typically, Miles has responded to the discovery that I’m on my way out the door by wailing at the top of his lungs. Last night he looked at me, frowned, slowly clawed his way over to me, then put his head down dejectedly at my feet.
This kid is certainly figuring out how to make it hard for me to walk out the door.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 