The Reflection
As we so often do when the weather cooperates, Avery and I spend our mornings out on the porch where we have our breakfast and do some playing. He can entertain himself pretty well, mostly by doing imaginative play, so we can both be out there and enjoy the outdoors independent of one another.
This morning as I sat on the settee sipping my coffee, I observed Avery walk past the storm door a couple of times, each time slowing down as he got in front of the door. When he realized that it was his reflection that he sees, he stopped right in front of the door and started to smile. He stood there for a minute, appearing to examine his reflection from head to toe.
He then caught sight of his pajama top that had a dog on it. He did the point and grunt, first by pointing to his chest and grunting, then by pointing to the door and then grunting. He then walked over to me to proudly show me his discovery. Of course, what followed was a super-sappy moment for me. And let me tell you how compassionate this little boy of mine is: he gave me a hug when he saw tears coming down my face. Awwwww….
I told him I wasn’t sad, but rather very happy about what I just witnessed. He then started clapping :o)
I might be a tad biased, but that’s a smart lil’ puppy, I tell you.