Today was an amazing day with Lucas. He was awesome. Helpful. Kind. Fun. And it's something we all really needed.
We've had some rough days lately.
Tonight I put him to bed, and, while reading Olivia, we got to a page where she was just being annoying. We were talking about it and suddenly he punched the book. I immediately reacted, "Lucas. Don't hit!"
He immediately replied, "Mom. She's a pig. A pig who talks." (With a tone that said, seriously, mom, you're overreacting. She's just a pig. It's just a book.)
He was right. I started giggling and he was quick to join in.
For the remaining several pages, he interrupted every other sentence with, "Mom, she's a pig who talks!" Or, "Mom. Know what? She's a pig who talks!" Followed by us both giggling our heads off.
He loved making me laugh. He loved us both laughing together.
And so did I.
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