Once she had finally coaxed Miles into the bathtub tonight, Jaclyn gave him a few minutes to play. We were in the bedroom folding laundry when, mere minutes later, Miles darted out of the bathroom, wet and butt-ass naked.
“Miles!” Jaclyn yelled. “What are you doing??”
“I’m done from the bath!” he announced, a trail of damp carpet behind him.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 