Regular readers know I lost my coveted reading room last week after I had to fill it with all of Miles’s toys. With that nightmare over, I was finally able to kick back, grab a new comic book, and —
No, this wasn’t inadvertently left behind when I returned everything to Miles’s room. Miles, at some point, snuck into the room and left this toy snake on a shelf right next to my chair — one where I frequently set down books, drinks, and my phone. A calculated move to be sure, and one designed to elicit complete terror.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 