Miles is still regularly waking up in the middle of the night and almost always resorting to screaming and banging on his door to get our attention. Usually, once we come to his room, he tries to excuse this behavior by saying, “I missed you,” or concocting some other endearing explanation. Last night, when Jaclyn went to his room to quiet him down, Miles made a different play.
“My tummy’s rumbling,” he groaned. “I want some pasta.”
He did NOT get pasta. He did get a slice of cheese though.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 