Miles and I killed a couple hours at the Charlotte Comicon today while we waited for Jaclyn to return from her retreat, and while I was there to rummage through some long boxes, Miles quickly demonstrated that he was only interested in two things. First, acquiring a balloon sword.
Second, harassing my friend Jermone “Snackin'” Jackson for whatever treats he might have on him. Miles was pretty direct about this when, after whacking Jermone with that balloon sword for several minutes, he said, “Hey! What you got in your bag??” The answer was “cookies,” and despite Jermone’s best efforts to convince Miles he wouldn’t like them because they were sugar-free, my son would not stop until he was fed.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 