Miles had the distinct pleasure of making me feel like a callous heel today. There was a millipede in the kitchen—that's right! Indoors! I tend to get pretty uneasy around many-legged creatures. So, swallowing my fear, I did away with the thing. Miles, who still contends that it was a caterpillar, looked at me with eyes voluminous with unshed tears and said simply, "You killed it."
Hours later, having risen from the one-inch stature the boy imposed upon me with his phony melodrama, I'm still glad that it's out of my house.
