I wasn't emptying the dishwasher this evening when Miles dashed into the kitchen. Instead of trying to "help" me with dishes, he burrowed himself into one of his favorite hiding places behind the recycling bin. "What are you doing, buddy?" I asked. "I hidin'," he replied. "From what?" "Bikers." "You're hiding from bikers?" "Yeah." "Where … Continue reading Year 3, Day 185 →