Today was a day I didn’t even know I needed to dread yet, as I assumed it was still at least three or four years away. Miles, in all earnestness, requested his own cell phone.
“I want to get a real phone so I can talk to somebody,” he said, unsolicited, as we pulled up to daycare this morning.
“Miles,” I said flatly, “who do you need to talk to so much that you need your own cell phone?”
“The Paw Patrol and Chico Chico Bon Bon,” he replied. Again, with great sincerity.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 