Miles takes a lot of pride in helping Jaclyn prepare my lunch each morning, tossing everything from yogurt to my daily multivitamin into the bag and insisting on zipping it up himself. Sometimes he gets a little possessive of the food, insisting that one or more items in the bag actually belong to him. “Here’s Daddy’s chips.” “No MY chips!” and so on.
I was pulling my shoes on this morning when Miles stepped over to the bench, carrying my lunch bag. I glanced over at him and found that he had unzipped the bag and was rummaging around inside of it.
“I say you don’t eat very much,” he said critically.
My first thought was, Probably because you just stole half my lunch…
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 