All on his own, without any prompting, he shared a piece of his cookie with me. Politely and appropriately, without being silly and shoving it in my face and pretending to feed me
. And without getting upset and asking me to spit it out and give it back after I bit into it.
He just spontaneously said, "Here you go, Mommy," and gently took my hand and pressed the cookie into it.
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"Lonely is as lonely does.
Lonely is an eyesore."