“Hey,” I said as I stood from the couch the other day. “Where’s my other slipper?” While my left foot had found the appropriate slipper, my right foot, tapping all around the immediate area, could not find its corresponding partner.
“Hmm,” Miles said. “I think it’s in the bathroom.”
I looked at him, genuinely baffled. “Miles,” I said, “I didn’t even go in the bathroom. Why would it be in there?”
“I don’t know,” he replied. I had been sitting next to him on the couch for fifteen minutes, never noticing him getting up and leaving the area for even a minute. I had to believe this was all just speculation on his part.
Nevertheless, I stood and walked to the other side of the house. I didn’t see anything when I stuck my head in the bathroom, but then I walked in and checked behind the door…
“Miles!” I called from the bathroom. “Who put this in here?!”
Miles just laughed merrily from the other room. I still don’t know how he managed to swipe this from, literally, right under my nose.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 