Mr. Grey was full of smiles last night. I mean full of them, and laughing. He really turned an otherwise meager day into a good evening. Mr. G and I read a couple of books and I sang to him. He likes it when I improvise jazzy sounds like “bee-dee-bee-dee-bop-da-bop-bop” in different intonations.

This morning, Mr. G decided that 4:30 was a good time to get up. TKD fed him for a while and we hoped he’d go back to sleep, but no.

So I got him around 5:45 and he talked to us in our bed before falling asleep between the two of us. Good times. Good times.