The look of a child who has just been told that he can’t just wail on me with a pole over and over:
We spent a little time outside this evening, enjoying the last moments of sunlight (and one of the last nights we’ll have a spacious backyard for a while). And while Miles insisted on dueling with me for most of it, at one point he stopped, looked up at the sky, and said, “Look at that.”
Nice to know that, despite the tendency towards violence, Miles will still pause to enjoy a pleasant sunset.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 