When Miles is talking about his day, he often provides details at a pace that can be difficult to keep up with. Sometimes I just nod, other times I’ll ask for clarification. Sometimes I just want to make sure I heard him correctly when he identified one of the other students in his class as “Fonzo.”
“Wait,” I said. “There’s a kid in you class named ‘Fonzo’?”
“Yes.”
“…Fonzo.”
“Yes.”
As he continued, he quickly brought up another classmate with a dubious name.
“Now hold on,” I interjected. “Now you’re telling me there’s another kid in your class named ‘Flim’?”
“Yes.”
Fonzo and Flim. I mean, it isn’t completely implausible I guess.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 