As I got out of the shower this evening, there was a knock at the bathroom door. I opened it and...well... "Trick or Treat!" he says.
Miles put on my sunglasses and said, "Look at me! I'm Daddy!" The folded arms are part of the look.
When it comes to getting Miles to sit down and eat his dinner, we've grown increasingly willing to make compromises. Tonight, for instance, he insisted on sitting at the big table with us. And then he insisted on also wearing sunglasses. But he DID eat his food, so whatever works!
We've finally reached a point where Miles will tolerate having sunglasses put on his face. And of course he's a complete hambone about it.