Upon leaving daycare today, I noticed that Miles’s cup looked a little…off. Gone was the usual white and blue lid, having been replaced with an orange one. The cup itself still had his name on it though, so I figured we could sort out the obvious mix-up in the morning.
I was confident, however, that the first thing out of Jaclyn’s mouth upon meeting me and Miles at Sycamore Brewing would be, “What is Miles doing with that cup?” or the slightly more condescending, “Miles, why did daddy bring the wrong cup home?”
And, for the most part, I wasn’t wrong. After complaining about how hard it was to find a parking space, Jaclyn immediately fixated on the cup.
“What is this cup?”
“Yeah, I don’t know,” I said. “I think the lids must’ve gotten mixed up.”
“But it isn’t even his cup.”
“Well, yeah, it’s his CUP, it’s just the LID isn’t right.”
“Uh…okay, well it isn’t his cup.”
At this point, the guy in front of us turned around and said, looking down at Miles, “Well, looks like it is now.” I felt pretty vindicated in that moment.
As for why Jaclyn had such a difficult time finding a parking space, it turned out that Sycamore was hosting a block party tonight, with several food trucks, Casablanca (?) being projected onto a nearby building, and, much to Miles’s delight, a band.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 