“Daddy?” Miles asked as soon as I came downstairs this morning. “Can I have some glue?”
I didn’t know what this was all about, but I was certain it was too early for it. “Why do you need glue?” I asked. He directed my attention to an art project he was working on.
Yes, his project was meant to consist or black paper, string, stickers, and…a wadded up, used napkin from the pizza restaurant we ate at last night.
I shook my head, trying to make sense of what I was looking at. “Miles,” I said, “why do you even have this?”
“Because it’s for my project,” he replied, his tone suggesting I was crazy for even asking.
Great, my kid is about to join the ranks of dumpster-diving, found object artists.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 