At Miles’s insistence, we all rode in the car the other night to pick up dinner. I sat in the back with him while Jaclyn drove (again, his choice). Naturally, we sat back there cutting up with each other, so much so that I never even noticed he had managed to remove both of his shoes and drop them onto the floor.
When Jaclyn opened his door, however, she noticed immediately. “Miles! What happened to your shoes?”
“Did you take your shoes off?” I asked in mock incredulity.
“Yeah. Maybe some little bit,” Miles replied with a shrug.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 