As he sat on the couch tonight watching Paw Patrol as I cleaned up after dinner, Miles issued a common request: “Can you get me juuuuuuice?”
I walked over and plopped down next to him. “Yeah, I can get you juice,” I said. “But I need something first…”
I expected a hug (my usual fee), but Miles actually turned away from his show, gave me a kiss, and then gave me a hug.
“Wow!” I said. “I get a kiss and a hug??”
“Yeah,” Miles said, settling back into his spot on the couch. “I’m a really sweet boy.”
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 