I fold my arms to my chest and stare down at him, awaiting my answer. He looks everywhere he can but my face. He finally caves and sinks into himself, groaning.
“Fine! I kissed only Jasmine but that was it dad! She’s twelve too dad! It was just a stupid kiss. We’re not dating.” He grumbles.
“Well she sure thinks you are. You can’t go kissing random girls. You’re twelve. Why don’t you worry about your ‘comic’ books and leave the kissing until you are 14.”
“Fine can you just stop? You’re embarrassing me.”
I snort. “Just go kid.” I ruffle his hair and he swats my hands off.
“I’m not a child dad!” His almost puberty voice squeaks and I laugh which makes him even more embarrassed. Eventually he just storms away from me and I laugh even harder.
Since he turned 11 everything Miles and I do
