Tommy suffered through two shots and a photo session yesterday. He was unpleasant today, to put it mildly.
So, we played on Mom & Dad's [unmade] bed, tortured the cats, and engaged in other such foolery in the hopes of avoiding a total meltdown. Yes, foolery...
Then tonight, just as we were about to put his pajamas on, I said "I love you little baby."
And he laughed. Not the odd kind of hardy chuckle he's been offering from time to time [particularly to my parents' dog]. This was a real little laugh, like he meant it. He continued laughing until he drifted to sleep.
I do love him. More than anything.
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