I wasn’t too far into my trivia show at Legion last night when my Spider-Sense started tingling. I looked out the window behind me and saw this:
As soon as he entered, Miles beelined over to me and demanded to “read the answers” to the questions I was asking. I absolutely agreed to it, because it meant giving a three-year-old the chance to say, “He was stoned to death,” into a microphone.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 