I was trying to get Miles to put his pants on this morning. We were going to spend Memorial Day with Aunt Andrea and Uncle Scott, as well as (and I figured this would get Miles good and excited) their dog, Pickles. Despite the promise of doggy time, Miles was screaming and disagreeable throughout my attempts to clothe him. Eventually, he put his head down and started to walk away dejectedly.
“Hey, you don’t have to be sad!” I said, trying to comfort him. “I understand.”
Hand to God, the next thing he said was, “No you don’t!” He went into his room and slammed the door behind him.
From two-year-old to teen in the blink of an eye. They really do grow up fast.
Anyway, here’s a picture of him and Pickles from later in the day:
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 