Today, as has been the case most afternoons over the last week, Miles came home and requested not Elmo, not Clifford, but Star Wars to play while he eats his dinner. He’s now seen the first 30 or so minutes of the original movie four or five times.
After dinner tonight, Miles darted into our bedroom closet, emerging moments later looking like this:
Even at this early age, he’s clearly inherited the best of both of us.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 