The kid understood me. He knew where the diapers were. He could walk to them, and use the part of his brain that retains directions long enough to get under the sink and bring me the package. And then he laid down next to me and lifted his legs.
I'm going to need to borrow a baby to snuggle, because this one is ready to up and leave me for college already. Not cool, Harrison. Except, totally cool. Because we're getting closer to "Get me a can of Coke and a glass of ice, little man." And speaking from experience, that's a beautiful day, indeed.