Miles

Miles is our son. When well rested and healthy, he is a joy to be around. He drooled a lot when he was younger but now just keeps a moist mouth most days.
Miles is sweet. Melt your heart sweet. I love being his father. Sometimes I can't believe my luck.
Miles likes to read on the toilet. Mostly magazines and newspapers.
He asked me for a new police helmet over 50 times in the car yesterday when we were just going cross town to pick up his sister.
Miles likes firemen, fire trucks, hoses and axes.