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It's the little things
Last night we were trying to re-settle Thing 2 sometime around midnight-thirty. I fear he has inherited some of my insomniac tendencies and there are other complicating factors that would distract from the point of this post so, later.
As I was leaving his room having gotten him settled he said,
I barely avoided busting out laughing, told him I loved him and he should go to sleep, and left the room. Only to squee at Pygment a moment later about our kid.
I don't know if this sort of event happens in other families, or even if it makes sense to anyone who isn't me, but I'm having a hard time putting to words how much joy I get from these little flashes of Thing2 being who he is.
As I was leaving his room having gotten him settled he said,
See you today.
I barely avoided busting out laughing, told him I loved him and he should go to sleep, and left the room. Only to squee at Pygment a moment later about our kid.
I don't know if this sort of event happens in other families, or even if it makes sense to anyone who isn't me, but I'm having a hard time putting to words how much joy I get from these little flashes of Thing2 being who he is.
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