At some point earlier this week, it was brought to Jaclyn’s attention that Miles could expect a gift arriving by parcel sometime this week. She made the critical error of sharing this with Miles at the time, unsurprisingly making it the object of his singular focus ever since.
“Present comin’!” he’s declared at all hours of the day. “I’m gettin’ a present!”
“Yes, but not until THURSDAY,” one of us would chime in, somehow hoping that today was the day Miles finally developed an understanding of the basic structure of a week.
And on and on it’s gone all week, right up to today, when Miles’s gift from Papa, Grammy, and Uncle Ben at last arrived.
Miles wasted no time giving it a trial run. In the living room, of course.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 