Today is Miles’s fourth day home sick, and my first full day home helping Jaclyn with him, and tensions are running high.
This morning, as I was trying to get Miles dressed (or, at the very least, out of his dirty pull-up) and his teeth brushed, he became agitated enough to declare to me, “I’m disappointed of you!”
When I replied with laughter (understandable given that the response was over my recommendations for his wardrobe), Miles started getting good and frustrated. Storming off down the hall, he declared, “I’m OUTTA this town!!” in all sincerity.
Which, you know, didn’t help my laughter any.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 