Although Piggy is two – VERY two – and certainly has his moments, he can also disarm us with an excess of politeness. Take the other night, for example. I was reading him a story when he said during a pause, “Mama, rub my back?” So of course I rubbed his back while I continued reading. He sighed contentedly and said, “Feels nice. Thanks. Thank you, Mom.”
Some day he’ll be a surly teenager and I may need to cling to these early memories to get through. On the other hand, maybe he’ll continue to be as delight as he gets older. I guess I should be an optimist about this.
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