Of all the gifts Miles received for his birthday, perhaps the largest was the ball pit he received from Aunt Andrea and Uncle Scott. This nightmare apparatus has remained safely housed in its box all week, but when I woke up this morning, I found that Jaclyn had already set about preparing it for use. Miles, understandably, dove right in. Things started innocently enough, with Miles, noted lover of balls, surveying the enclosure and all the wonders it offered. He quickly realized two things: 1) the balls can be thrown OUT of the pit and 2) he can escape from the pit at will*.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 