Miles has gotten a bit ritualistic with our departure on weekday mornings. It’s never enough for him to get a kiss and a hug from Mommy on his way out the door. If she even tries to let it go at that, he becomes obstinate.
“Nono! I need three kisses and three hugs!” he’ll say, concentrating on his hand as he extends three fingers to confirm that, yes, the number he’s looking for is three.
Am I always in a rush to get out the door in the morning? Sure, but I will never be in such a rush that I won’t humor this for as long as it lasts.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 