This is not at all about Miles, or babies, but it is about fatherhood. This evening, before bath time (and after as this took a while), I had an epic battle with Thomas.
We were playing light sabers (a common practice with him) and he fell off of our bed. Like any fairly recent bed, ours is wicked high. Let’s say three feet.
So Thomas tumbled out. But, he bounced right back up and when I said “I am your father” and I tried to cut off his hand (pretending of course), he said “no, I’m *your* father!” and
He went for my wrist.
Anyone who says fatherhood isn’t awesome is doing it wrong.