As mentioned in yesterday’s post, today brought with it an unexpected family trip to Charleston to visit Miles’s Papa (Jaclyn’s father) in the hospital. As we approached the usual “witching hour” and Miles started getting punchy, we parted ways with the rest of the family and walked back to our hotel. The hotel was a very short walk…perhaps shorter than I even expected, because we ended up overshooting our turn.
As I paused at the unfamiliar street corner and checked the map on my phone, I held my hand out to cue Miles to stop. “Oh, hang on buddy,” I said. “We need to go back the way we came.”
“Oh,” Miles said glancing across the street and back, as though we was getting his own bearings. “We got lost?”
I shook my head. “No buddy, we didn’t get lost. We just went a block too far and we have to turn around.”
Miles considered this for a moment. “So we got lost.”
“NO DAMMIT WE DIDN’T GET LOST.”
So there’s another trait he’s inherited from his mother…