We had just left the house this morning when Miles said, as calmly as could be, “Daddy, I’m really mad at Mommy.”
“Why are you mad at Mommy?” I asked.
“Because she forgot to give me a snack.” Truly a cardinal offense.
“Well you can tell her when she comes to your fashion show this afternoon,” I replied, trying to distract him from his grievance.
“What fashion show?”
Miles has gotten to a point where, regardless of how much background knowledge he has about something, he responds to almost anything we say with a progression of “what” questions. Another example might be:
Me: “Miles, it’s time to go brush your teeth.”
Miles: “What brush?”
Me: “You know, the brush you use on your teeth.”
Miles: “What teeth?”
So yes, Miles was fully aware of the fashion show his class was putting on this afternoon, having just spent an entire unit learning about clothing. Heck, I had gotten him a new white shirt just for the occasion. And while I was bummed about not being able to attend, at least Jaclyn was able to be there. She was able to capture a brief video of his turn on the catwalk.
She also got a shot of him modeling the pants his class made. Looking sharp and ready for the spring season!
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 