Today I was getting ready for work just like any other day. Everyone in the house slept, except for me. Just as I was putting on the finishing touches (it takes an army, people) out walked Miles - making it the first morning he has been awake when I've left since the time change.
We spent some time together - which made me later than I wanted to be - but was still totally worth it. Just when I was leaving he started what I thought was going to be a huge fit. It really just turned out to a half-hearted fake whining that was short lived. Part of me was a little disappointed that he wasn't super upset to see me leave, but then a bigger part of me was happy that he obviously didn't care. It was as though the whining was for my benefit - an effort (albeit a lousy one) to seem sincere in his plead for me to stay and play with him. So, I got to leave with the satisfaction of 1. Knowing he was okay, and 2. Knowing that he cared enough to make me feel missed.
It was a little bit like I got the best of both worlds. This little guy knows just how to work it. I am in big trouble.
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