Sometimes Miles would look at me and see Em's eyes and smile. I thought it was cute. Even sweet. I love how babies, however astute they may be, don't always know what's going on or what to do with their limbs and parts.
Miles is young. Maybe he thought I was Em. I told him that I was going to buy him his first beer and teach him to drive a stick shift. You know, what cool aunts do.
He giggled and almost knodded.
We speak the same language.
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