This morning I snuck out of the house for a quick run after nursing the baby, managing to not wake up Q on my way out. When I returned home, I could hear him whining an early morning whine.
I went upstairs and opened his door to make sure I was hearing him right. “I want my balloon!”
His balloon was lost over a week ago. I sat down in his rocker and laughed at him. He couldn’t help himself and grinned back.