After he finished his bath tonight, Miles got to help me bake some Easter cookies. He insisted on doing as much of the prep as possible, which thanks to the fine folks at Pillsbury basically meant moving the chunks of dough from the package to a baking sheet.
As he peered into the oven, watching the cookies grow, Jaclyn called out to remind him there were still some things he needed to do before actually enjoying the spoils of his labors.
“Remember Miles, after the cookies are done they’ll need to cool. That’s when we’ll have to cut your fingernails.”
Miles quickly offered an alternate plan. “How about we make the cookies, then I eat all the cookies, and then we cut my fingernails. THAT’S a good idea!”
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 