I took Miles to his music class today and I was hoping that, afterward, he would be amenable to going out for lunch. Unfortunately, everything I suggested was met with rejection. He just wanted to go home and eat there. “We have so much food at home,” he said, sounding way too much like his mother for my taste.
Still, we were both hungry, and we were going to eat at home, then I wanted to get there quickly. And I wasn’t the only one. When we arrived and I opened Miles’s door, I found him pressing his shoes into the back of the passenger seat in front of him.
“Lookit, Daddy,” he said. “I pushed so we could get fast home.”