I was reading a story to Miles at bedtime when he started rubbing his nose. What began as a few small swipes quickly escalated into something more aggressive, with Miles resorting to using the sleeve of his pajamas. I stopped reading. "Miles, do you need--" "It's just water!" he interrupted. "I got water on my … Continue reading Year 5, Day 262
There was a time, not so long ago, when I had a comb. I hadn't seen it in days...until Miles busted into the bathroom and started "pew-pew"ing me with it, like it was a magic wand or something. Yeah, not sure I'm getting that thing back at this point.