A harsh critic
Miles and I were in the bathroom. I noticed that a needle, which Denny had recently used to extract a splinter, was on the floor.
A:Â Why did Daddy let that fall on the floor?
M:Â (solemnly) He’s not a good person.
4/12/2012
Arm of one
I was helping Miles go to the bathroom, and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was wearing an old favorite sweater, one that has seen more structurally intact days.
A:Â Oh, look at that hole in my sweater.
M:Â That’s not a hole.
A: It’s not? What is it?
M:Â It’s an arm.
