“Look at this card I made for Papa!” Miles said this morning, in yet another one of his attempts to delay leaving for school. And he knew it would work, because I’m always interested in seeing how is artistic ability is developing.
“What am I looking at here?” I asked, shaken by the images that, were I living in a horror movie, would almost certainly be grave portents of things to come.
“It’s a bear, and a bendy house,” he said, pointing from left to right. “…and an alien.”
All things, presumably, that Papa enjoys.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 