Year 4, Day 259

As we were trying to usher Miles to bed tonight, the haphazard appeals for a few more minutes of time downstairs started, as usual. He’s always grasping at straws with his wacky last-minute requests, and tonight he suddenly decided he wanted to eat. “Can you get me cheese??” he pleaded.

“No!” we answered, knowing he was just stalling for time and didn’t actually want any cheese.

“Nono! Just cheese for a minute!” he added frantically, attempting to clarify but inadvertently giving away the game.

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