Year 4, Day 357

I came downstairs after getting cleaned up tonight to find Miles already sitting at the table, eating dinner. I tousled his hair as I walked past and noticed it was damp.

“Did you take a bath?” I asked, surprised because I hadn’t heard a bit of protest from him (normally, his wails would echo up and down the street).

“Yeah,” Miles said. “I smell great.”

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