In a suprising, but welcome, turn of events, I was welcomed (literally welcomed) home tonight to a quiet, relaxed home. “Hi Daddy!” Miles called from the couch. “Welcome home!” Jaclyn said.
I plopped down on the couch next to Miles. “Hey buddy! How was your day?”
“Good,” Miles replied.
“What did you do at school today?”
“Uhhh…” He glanced over at Jaclyn, then leaned in to whisper in my ear. “I hit my friend,” he said.
“What??” I asked, hoping he was just playing around. “Miles, did you really hit your friend?”
“Um, yes,” he replied a little more sheepishly, now that Jaclyn was aware of what he had told me.
“Miles, it’s NOT okay to hit. I don’t care how many A-list celebrities do it on live television.”
Still not sure if he actually hit anyone, but if he did I blame Will Smith.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 