As I was leaving for trivia, I tried to say goodbye to Miles as he was watching TV. I said, “Bye Miles,” a few times, but he didn’t break his unblinking gaze from the television or even acknowledge me.
“Miles, the house is on fire,” Jaclyn tried.
“Yeah,” I said, leaning in close to him. “Miles, you’re on fire.”
“No I don’t need to go to the bathroom,” Miles replied, quickly and robotically, to a prompt that, while it is something we say to him a lot, neither of us had made.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 