Miles is very, very close to throwing up his hands, declaring that he is out of his depth, ordering a pink thing, and walking out to go get drunk with the lake squid.
But he feels an obscure urge not to set that kind of example in front of his five-year-old self. Little Miles should remain convinced for as long as possible that he will grow up universally competent.
So he gets out his pen, and sends his wife a text message, angling so that no one else can read it:
More alts for everyone! If you have any idea how to handle a four-year-old you who is five-year-old me's adopted sister, please come down here immediately, because I sure as hell don't. Also, they brought Bothari. Bothari is standing in front of me holding a five-year-old Miles who is looking at me like I have personally wronged him by experiencing twenty years of life he hasn't had a chance to get around to yet. When this is all over we are going somewhere where I can crawl into your lap and cry.
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Miles is very, very close to throwing up his hands, declaring that he is out of his depth, ordering a pink thing, and walking out to go get drunk with the lake squid.
But he feels an obscure urge not to set that kind of example in front of his five-year-old self. Little Miles should remain convinced for as long as possible that he will grow up universally competent.
So he gets out his pen, and sends his wife a text message, angling so that no one else can read it:
More alts for everyone! If you have any idea how to handle a four-year-old you who is five-year-old me's adopted sister, please come down here immediately, because I sure as hell don't. Also, they brought Bothari. Bothari is standing in front of me holding a five-year-old Miles who is looking at me like I have personally wronged him by experiencing twenty years of life he hasn't had a chance to get around to yet. When this is all over we are going somewhere where I can crawl into your lap and cry.