As we were leaving the house this morning, Miles insisted on multiple hugs and kisses from Mommy on his way out the door (Mommy was happy to comply). I held his hand as we walked down the steps. “She’s a good Mommy, isn’t she?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Miles said. “And you a good Daddy, too.”
“Aw, thanks, buddy,” I said, barely concealing how delighted I was to hear that. “And you’re a good son.”
“No,” Miles corrected. “I’m a good BIG BOY.”
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 