Three-year-old Miles sure is a roller coaster ride these days.
So when Owen was having newborn pictures taken at home yesterday, and it came time to pick up Miles from preschool, something told me a little field trip was in order.
“I should probably just not bring Miles right back home, huh?” I asked Abbey.
Looking around at all the very breakable camera equipment inhabiting the living room, a vaguely fearful look crossed my wife’s face.
“Oooh, yeah,” she said. “That’s probably a good idea. Take him out for lunch or something. Stay out a while.”
I decided McDonald’s on the west side of town was the place to go. I know, I know, the food is terrible, but with all the energy he expends I figure calorie-burning is not really a problem at this point. Plus they have a great playground there.
I got to St. Theresa’s at the usual pickup time and Miles scampered down the sidewalk with a big smile on his face and practically jumped into my arms.
“Hi, Daddy! I had fun at school today. I hungry!” he said.
“Well, I guess we’re in business then.” I replied. “How about a cheeseburger?”
“Yes daddy! We ARE in biz-i-ness!!!” he said, saying the last word slowly while sizing it up.
(He does this with unfamiliar words all the time. It’s kind of hilarious.)
Anyway, you would not believe this was the same child that just a day ago threw an epic, threw-himself-on-the-floor, kicking-and-screaming tantrum when we picked out the wrong Justice League episode on Netflix.
He said hello to everyone in McDonald’s and went and sat down calmly in his seat. He ate about 90% of his cheeseburger and fries and all of his yogurt, then calmly asked to go play. No tantrums, no begging.
He played really nicely with the other kids, went all the way to the top of the playground set all by himself and didn’t even raise a ruckus when I told him it was time to go.
But the car ride on the way home was the best moment of my day, by far.
“Daddy,” Miles said from his car seat. “Can you hold my hand?”
So we drove all the way home with his hand in mine, my arm awkwardly bent around the back of the passenger seat, but I didn’t care.
It’s those little moments that make the roller coaster ride worth it.