As reported by Beanie:

Miles is sitting on floor, popping bubble wrap.

M: Beanie? Beanie!?

B: Yes?

M: Thinkin bout polar bears, okay?

We were talking about nicknames Miles has.

A:  I call you lots of things.  I call you Scoop, and I also call you honey, and sweetheart…

M:  And “Crikey, Miles.”

A bit ago, Miles got a bunch of shoes out and lined them up on the living room floor.  After counting them a few times, he assumed a downward dog position and started reaching back between his legs and grabbing shoes.

M:  One behind your butt…two behind your butt…three behind your butt…

At this point, enough shoes had accumulated behind him that he had to start piling the shoes directly under the apex of his downward dog.

M:  Four (pause) in your butt…five in your butt…

I’m sorry to say I must interrupt my usual goofiness with a sadder story.

A high school classmate of mine, Emily, is married to Pedro.  They have a super-adorable little boy, Logan.  Pedro came to this country when he was eight years old.   Excepting a couple of minor issues in his teen years, he has been a productive, contributing member of our society.  Through a series of technicalities, errors, and judicial ridiculousness, Pedro has been held in custody since September 2009, deemed an illegal immigrant and denied opportunities to communicate his situation.

Worst of all, he has been separated from his little boy.

You can read the whole story on the website Emily has set up:  http://www.logansdad.com

Father’s Day is coming up.  There are a lot of crappy dads in the world.  Don’t we owe it to our kids to let the good dads be in their lives?