This morning I took Ryder's hand to lead him to the front door because it was time to go to school. He must have tripped over his shoes (they are a little big), but I managed to swing him up and save him from biffing it on the floor.
I knelt in front of him afterwards and looked at him.
I said, "Did you have a good trip?"
And you know what? He laughed at that. See. Someone is home after all.
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