Tonight was one of those increasingly rare nights (not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing) where I made it home from trivia before Miles was asleep. As I laid with him in bed, he said, “Daddy, can you make me a trivia show like you have?”
At first, I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant. Did he want me to ask him questions? Not that it mattered, because of course I said, “Sure buddy, I can do that.”
“Because I need to be big,” he elaborated. “And I need to work.”
Sounds like someone’s ready to start pulling his weight around here!
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 