Tonight, as we were winding things down for the evening:
From the staircase, I called, “C’mon, buddy! It’s time to get ready for bed!”
Miles was silent and motionless in front of the television, sucking down some juice.
“Hey,” I said, a bit less playfully, “I’m looking at YOU.”
Miles pulled the cup away from his lips, took a breath, and said, “I’M looking at the TV show.”
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 