After dinner this evening, Miles had a request I couldn’t say no to. “I want to eat ice cream with daddy!” he declared.
I agreed to split a bowl with Miles. He watched closely as I scooped some ice cream into the bowl. As I placed a spoon in the bowl, Miles said, “No! I want a little more!”
“Okay!” I chuckled. After all, we were sharing it.
Miles sat at the kitchen island, shoveling the ice cream into his mouth. As I reached out to take the spoon for a bite of my own, Miles pulled away. “Uh-uh,” he said, followed by, “Where’s your ice cream, daddy?”
Yeah, I know. I should’ve seen that one coming.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 