Year 4, Day 185

I had to leave a bit early for work this morning, but Miles still rushed from his bed to watch me go from his window. We waved and then, as fathers and sons do, we started blowing raspberries at each other.

He started it.

When Jaclyn entered the room, she asked him what he was doing.

“I’m spitting at Daddy,” he said. “And he’s spitting at me.”

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